Five more minutes til lunch—it’s strange to be on a high school schedule again, back in the class periods/lunch break/more class periods/after school paradigm. I thought I was done when I graduated in 2000. I didn’t know I would be back in high school 7 years later. Little did I expect to be substitute teaching at all. It’s all very strange, this life, these days. Sun up, sun down, sun up again, we go round & round the sun, again & again. School work, busy work, it’s a thin, fine line, and here in this school it seems to be intertwined. Reading, writing, ebb & flow, study, study, til you know. Then one day you come to realize how you have to unlearn, all that stuff you swallowed was lies. Based on assumptions, illusions, delusion. It was force-fed for years & years to you, down your throat, now puke it back up, it wasn’t true, sorry for all the time you wasted, but we can’t give it back to you. Don’t worry though, cause time’s an illusion, too. Good luck de-conditioning from that one though, that one runs deep, like a thorn they implanted while you were asleep, while you were too young to even know any better, they started brainwashing you with their garbage, so now it’s up to you to forget it, to leave it behind, now’s the time, just get it out of your mind.