im not sposta be here.
im not sposta be here.
i should be at lunch.
im clocked out for lunch,
but...
''oh its office chair dance party''
oooh its MXPX
cool...
im acting invisible
so i can bloog
while at lunch,
but . . .
they keep putting
stuff in my inbox. . .
i really dont want to work.
i miss college . . .
good old algebra.
well i miss the time
i sat there . . .
totally lost . . .
like a deer in the headlights
thinking about. . .
something else . . .
the professor or assorted TAs
mindlessly speaking a language
i gotta go . . .
ta-the art library . . .
i never quite understood
the X. cubed thing
thinking about . . .
German expressionism . . .
term papers . . .
or why the professor
looked bug-eyed
and would his eye
one day fall out
rolling around the
floor as he spoke
in tongue about
Oscillatory properties
of even order self-adjoint
linear differential equations
in the form of dancing girls
most my note books from algebra...well
psychology, history, umm, were mostly
sketches and doodles of everything
but...
whatever the subject was.
what is the subject?
i couldn’t even tell
what the predicate is.
oops, i lied, cause
i just googeled it...
so now i remember