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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Well and truly fucked

I was raped left, right, top, bottom, north, south, east, west, south-east, south-west, north-east today.

North-west is missing, but that's where the tiny ray of hope comes from, so I think I won't consider that a raping direction.

Vector rape.
Nice idea. Or most probably some sadistic professor's telepathic message I received while I was writing the paper.

Are you happy now, Mr Professor?

Keep professing your ugly opinions, your sadistic doctrines. Keep laughing at Pink Floyd. Go and tell them that us kids do need some education. Tell them the way you plan to educate us. But tell them superficially, so that they might as well give a fuck to whatever you are teaching them.

On a more general note, don't ever try to generate even the smallest amount of interest in your audience, otherwise they might think good of you. That will not suit your masochistic self, would it?

Keep skimming the surface. Teach the kid how to swim in a bathtub, then take him to the middle of the Pacific, and push him in. Better still, do this to your own kid. And tell them, that all the kids in this world mean the same to you. They were all thrown in here the same way, weren't they? So what if he's missing a leg. That would make him struggle. That will teach him how to overcome his weakness. He doesn't need a wheelchair.

No student needs guidance. All he needs is a textbook, and then he can do it all himself. Give him the textbook. Go ahead. Give him more. And more...

One day, he'll trade them all for a gun and shoot himself in the head, leaving you wondering where you went wrong.

And mark this, you won't know it.

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