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My mind distills away. Scraps from the underworld. Of education, tradition and media ****. I'm tired of caring. Sick of hearing, if I could. Control my ears closed. Block them from bullshit talk. Chain my eyes off the road. The road is blind, It twirls in murky worm fences. I can't trust it. I don't know it's source. I need to run from it. The deep valleys eroded. Brick red flooring, it's Ibadan. Wobbling houses like sinking boats. Like the school, the earth is. Mixed with fire and water. Bisexual topics, racial terms. It hurts people, Education does. Other opinions. T-rays reveal ancient scripts. Kept secret from us. To lull in the sinking boat. Like torpid trees. Staring and observing. The mystics become religion. Which in turn, morphology of tradition. A culture brings unity. Under the slavery of memories heard. To bare the burden of language. A barrier, a paranoid ant. To consume doubt. Embrace the stories, devour the myths.