Telling the substitute teacher the wrong names: a classic. Telling the substitute teacher you are so old and born again every day, that ten thousand names could never define you, that you’re a shadowed mass swirling forth from jupiter, that your father is time and your mother is death, that you’ll swallow any scream of hers as you grow larger and ever larger: a super classic, king of the school, no homework ever.
you don’t go homo or bi or trans to hell
the expression is “going straight to hell”
wake up america
Have you ever realized that every book you’ve ever read is just a combination of 26 letters
i think the coolest thing would be to see a new color