what the adjunct knows

alchemy in the hallways, added courses and prior requisites
some things cooking in the lab probably won't turn out right
but that's the omelet's odds. it's mostly placebo driven egos
anyway,defining the way we could have been by all the unfiled

patents hidden in agendas that cruise sharkish by the doors.
politrix is like that, so what did you expect? she looks at his razor
stubble, it's seven oclock and there is too much to do even now.
he knows the job is lost. her daughter told her a shaman story

that ended with her ex's secret love. no sense sneaking around
the shadow, it simply follows in front of you. her eyes
 baby marble blue, peer down a greacian nose from under
 egyptian lids. she has not eaten in seven days. the dress fits.