Finally over
My last final is today and so I conclude w/ this last entry
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Each instance breeds mutant culture.
The herd enter with painted faces and aerodynamic costumes, trendy nonetheless [ is that a raccoon tail on your head? ]. These new faces coalesce into an amalgam of shallow talk and live action rote memorization of dead heroes with guns. Stale air is whisked over me by the vents stapled to the ceiling when the life support system begins its ‘on’ cycle. The beauty of the storm goes unrecognized as the ruins of white crystal castles are melted by the soles of strolling daft punks and warm December rain [ in conjunction ] .
