There are spherical torsos stiffer than bristles, and lord be damned if they don’t pour from the mouth of the universities like molasses, allegorical like the national dumbing
Seeking any job, seeking complacency in the american toe-hold of a dying earth, but ultimately finding purgatory
Why is education enterprise? Why do the young walk blindly into the echoing rib cages of bastardized industries? Why are tenure and hollow praise tacked upon the bastions of this endeavor saturated?
Flinging sputum, cleavage, personal debt, unread textbooks, they pile now like scaly manatees into cavernous giant’s-skull room, empty but for cold projector light holding ancient dust like a tractor beam steady
Orientation begins