i still feel relief on monday i don't have to go to school. i'm 62. ha and i don't have to work in the mine of the obamachron. i can look down from the sky at the maze of walls within walls and wonder how the culmination of the colonial enterprise will look as it passes the 17th floor window and takes the sky. anyway have you seen drive my car? i grow tired of the apocalyptic enterprise. maybe i'm merely a witness, maybe i'm amazed.