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Francis Rink Donnelly

CLASS:   ______________________

In the beginning; there was a school room.  With lots and lots of papers…well lots of papers.   Maybe a textbook or two…or ten.  Today the assignment is to write as creatively as you can about your classroom.  My current classroom is the outdoors…a local jive place:  with steady-still yoga.  Me, personally; I do not have the patience for yoga.  Although the ancient Chinese method of relaxation is closely akin to all forms of Indian yoga.  Not familiar on all types; I do now know that the simple abundance of simplicity is defined for the definitive.  As the colder weather…freezes my keyboard…the keys are now like new.  I have had the same computer for the duration of 2014 until now.  The reason is about like the superstition of a lonely capitulator.  Capitulation and the high feeling one gets from getting tobacco high.  Not condoning; in fact I get sick like 7 times a year.  No joke.  The weather and lungs, but in life we have choices and manipulated living.  I fall in the manipulated living category.  So…my classroom is filled with people dressed like trash.  Hence, I wore my bowtie.  I dunno.  I dunno…this is my voice peaking and speaking to you.  This is a master at work.  Calligraphy of the mind lets the inhibitor molecule know that superstition is real.  Calligraphy is my ink and my monogram…wait my classroom has no more than one room for a money-gram.