Google search at School

November 4, 2013

Reaching for the silent void of nothingingness

Knowing and comprehending hungerness

Unable to satisfy the eagerness of my search

Taking apart the fabricated fathoms of a single eukaaryotic cell in my heart

Enigmatic cumpulses preventing the necessary trip out of hell

I am searching for what i need, in an endless pool,

and yet my google search is blocked by the FUCKING SCHOOL.

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