Nobody comes to visit me, in my little cloud
I have decided that school is just a people farm. i mean, look at the food they sell in the caffeteria, obviously, the point is to make all the kids fat and prepare them for the harvest. also, with so many males and females in such close proximity, they are proding us to reproduce, therefore ensuring that this terrible chain is continued indeffinitely. and i'm convinced that the point of the 6 hour school day is to keep all the kids from seeing all the preparations that must be made for the harvest. thats where all that shit about "school is preparing you for the real world" comes from. really, they intend to prepare us... probably by breading us and baking us untill medium doneness, serving us with a white wine sauce on a rice pilaf and a side of carrots with a fresh sprig of parsley. bastards