power to not work, not mine, but my problem.

[mermel]

if god not the brighter took light from we fighters, wagers of homework nothing more left in our clenched fists like the keyboards and books we did have - leave us and go we to the walls of a locked darkness of a ghosted library where no one can work and tomorrow's papers are due but we know that and still sit like idling monkeys and smoke cigarretes [w a i t i n g] and drink water [w % t i n] and wish that we could work again [no! $ j &] just because we wished we didn't have to work a week ago. huh. puff.

Hello. My name is Marc and I am fucked. {hello marc}. hi.