Posted on by damien

“Dont you want a little taste of the glory?”

They pay me to come here and teach.

Moment of silence babe.

On campus, Professor Riley, walking to Baba ORiley. Ahhhhh. I wish you could smell it here.
The boy seeing his dreams realized, at night in the Crackle of the Wind.
Call it a day babe, we’s arrived.
My teenage wasteland, babe. I’m here.

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