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 The Manuscripted Student

The Manuscripted Student
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He was a practicing Buddhist and he was a Christian Agnostic and he refused to use a free lieberry computor his instructor was a intellectual Mon and he sent him to the Principles office to make him understand that he was going to use the computor so that he would understand the class and knowledge therein. The Principle had to ask him three times to tell him his namme. The third time his voice broke on a high note and he was actually getting angry. John PWorthy your family sent you to this Universecity to get a good education so you can go home and run the pig farm why do you refuse to use the computor in the lieberry? It cannot hurt you at all or do you any harm we want you to be able to keep up with the all the classes that we have. He chanted a mantra one word after the other over and over mark it is coming mark it is coming mark it is coming. Some people thought that the mark of the beast was money itself some people thought that the mark of the beast was the social security card that everyone must have some people still believe that the image of the beast is the computor screen but the same people said this about the television screen and the movie screen. During a priority there is old men watching pornography pretending they are doing it with all the young woman there is people who are not students at all that's just watch television one brain dead program after another one there is people whose only function stems from mp3's they play musick into self one more song after one more album gone. The soul of the unbeliever is sucked into the computor when he fries his natural brain with nudity. His life extends to only one more  hour of the beating of the wings upon the  clock the work of man is death the work of GOD is stolen by the hours of pornography they look at more then they can use or need or fill the heart too many times it cannot breed the changes but the money in my pocket does not feed the alcoholic youth or latent hobo of my actual in truth use and you will never catch the manuscripted student in a study hall or booth inside a Wii of any size importance not withstanding he is reading a real book from nook found on the Fifth floor central look. A self-important manuscripted youth. A Student of this life.


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