Every October the return of the teaching year whacks me in the back of the head.
The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
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in reply to @thaliarchus's post:
It's midterms for two of my classes, and finals for the other two, and let me tell you, this week has been A Week already, and it's Monday