Don't Look The Gift Horse In The Mouth, You Might Find Put What That Means

[thefallisfirst]

I tried to play the non-chalant, they made me psychopath. I sat in the desk chair and floated on linoleum tile 'til the banter died. I played it cool, but was restless, they expected so much. After they had finished attacking, I'd decided it was enough. I swam to the teacher, and offered her my quip. "Dissolve your tyranny at once or mutiny is thy name!" Poor me, how was I to know my English teacher wasn't versed in Olde English? So I went on my rampage, the glass from windows spoke; a song of fleeting shimmering and painful ripping strokes. The bars of my desk could not contain me, they failed to best my fire. I bolted down the hall to elude the screaming mass. Once outside, carcinogens of every kind, all offensive, I'm afraid, infiltrated my sensory organs and invaded like Normandy. The walk was brisk, my mind was hot. From anger, from whatever they'd pushed inside of me today. It rained, it poured, but ne'er cooled my head. The steam just built like a cloud about Pig-pen, 'til sight was out of reach. I awaken and the ditchdigger's daughter wishes for a drink. I say to gather all the rain she can because no one will satiate her. Life just goes like this.

So who likes drama? I don't. So I'll just not share the events of one Saturday the 26th with you. Though, I will say it included a lot of turkey...

Yeah, sporaddicism, if it's a word, hit me hard right now. No class 'til 3 tomorrow...today. Point is, I've got no reason to sleep. But I'll go nonetheless. Enjoy the sun while it's not farther away.