At least temporarily, before the tempo leases you another exam, another test of your mental and physical mettle. A tempest of temporal cessation: that jubilation of patted backs and satisfaction of a job
Disciples of Morrison spitting such dissonant finality at the world, denying all evidence to the contrary with lyrical vitriol, voodoo men and women with that magic feeling of dividing with no remainder.
Cyclicality follows these notions, you know. Sick of class, notes, paper copies of digital bits and bytes of nourishment you’ve forgotten yet again.
Did you learn …