my feet scuffed the grey - again!
tired trope: me and my bike and my backpack;
when i was a child i wished to get so far away
for awhile, i did.
grey town. grey town filled with credentialing processes
and power constructs and discourses and Foucaults,
and lacking all balance, and praising alcohol and white men and dead tongues
in suspiciously conservative parlance.
i'm growing impatient with all this glorious decomposition.
"Moi, je n'impose rien!"
Yeah, moi non plus.
Yeah, moi made for education, but by that I mean the real kind -
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