are commenting on a culture’s
obsession with it, and our intelligence has been questioned, we have been
accused of having flippant politics, pretty Christ-like, actually, and we
wanted to verbally whip our adviser right there in the room, run circles with
our wit, but we were reminded that defensiveness is a sign of weakness that we
can’t afford, and unpacking the review contents, or even our last week en suite
makes us feel like we have done ourselves an injustice, because we feel
submissions brewing, subtle bullying, into apolitical territory, let older
gentleman have his way: boring, because humor can be confused, we assume, but
we can’t talk on an empty-sleep, so, recognized disadvantaged state and they
pounce, super cool, because it is really hard not to play the game, and we are
tired, so make we sobered and see, something other than the authority. Make we
brat more, because, Jarrod, “You have no power over me.” Clocks whisper, think
of you: Goblin King. “You have no power over me.”
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