A student from A.B. Miller trying to be like his 10th grade teacher, five years after he graduated
I’m afraid I’m never gonna be able to write.
Like I’m gonna be locked inside a room with fucken kids until I bald,
harass students 4 years after they have graduated college who have come to visit me because I once inspired them the same way stupid silly boys in hunting hats
killed me with their guns, like little microcosmic ink grenades reflecting pages plastered between my cum-stained finger grips.
I wanted that, just like my teacher in high school did
