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Finals Week Blues

I want to walk into  

the ocean with my 

laptop in my arms 

and never return. 

Take a hammer, pull back, 

and wail on this dumb 

fucking machine. It  

is so useless. Destroy 

my work. Who even cares? 

Who gives a shit  

About form and metaphor 

about insect galls and 

hypothesis testing? 

But I’ll probably 

just do my work.  


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