The world is place where the light gets in

hey, teacher, I take a trip to an l&d night, its full of dinsaurs they make me hate the profession I love can you see the irony in talking about the future when you stand and deliver with a powerpoint and written notes and a clicker that doesn’t work selfish business bullshit cold impersonal tired old a copy of a copy I leave full of anger the room was an embarrasement to our profession

Everyone these days, in some way, is an agitator

I use motivation to hide you need the smile whilst I need the line in excel, to record the next target I have to remember to not fort get to not for forget that im keeping busy for a reason that stopping just stops me believing that the only way I can get the girl is my bleeding that the hungry go away when they stop needing that I don’t always need to be leading word and knwoeldge get me fuether than silence but silence keeps me away from vioelnce