  ah. we butchered a pig's heart today. our one had a thick clot at the bicuspid valve. sometimes when you think biology is a total waste of time (sometimes i do, of course, since i don't quite like memorising things - kenn's favourite activity) you get to, um, express your artistic intentions through the means of something that once existed. an ex-pig, in this case. but its spirit lives within us. for the sake of the education of a bunch of hooligans with nothing to offer to the country apart from total chaos, the pig has made a noble sacrifice indeed. 
