i can hardly hear myself but when i struggle to listen...things such as this echo in my mind....

a few more pages of Bradbury this day......

and these rapid thoughts escape my mind...

another degree..accumulated for free at the place where books are shelved.....

they can all keep their titles along with their wages and i'll keep my pretend teacher pay...

because my freedom is not for sale.....

for now...on this day.....at this moment ...revealing how i feel....

tomorrow will change the thoughts of this day....but the words are forever and devour our fleeting flesh....

a vital post...

i am still alive...
although breathing seems to have become a voluntary effort on my part...
working as a teacher until February 5...perhaps on the 6th i shall retort with a witty manifestation of the time i've spent doing such..
until then...
cheers!