Trying to write fiction
is like pretending I am not ******
That I am passed ***
moved on
ahead
or beyond
and on to intelligence
I can assure you that no matter how disguised
in eloquence of academia’s violent explosion
It is actually soaked with ***
and it is dripping out everywhere
I do not mind if no one else is noticing
I gladly wipe up dripping ***
refined moistness
what we share
is directly related to the creation of life
inherently ******
That professor may be mathematics on the outside
But so is the *** it desires to indulge in
once the equation is exhausted