Next week read appendix three: existentialism



In enters the Power Point King

The man who turns all he touches into consistency and flux

Like the big white screen and bold black letters he is constant in his motion of change

Re-arranging moments of stagnation

His voice monotone, his sleepy style dulls the class

Quiets the noise in my ears

But not in my head


Never in my head



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