We are a dumb and stupid nation. We are slop for the pigs of the new aged nanny. Mighty titans with the stupidity of giants. Mass led sheep to the slaughter. Whiskey and bourbon flow at the bar, but in the streets the world cries. Not in other lands, in the streets of your good old US of A. Shady streets where last names are the lexicon of the law and Starbucks has no location. Trucks pull into unmarked warehouses and unload boxcars full of human slaves. Bodies to pick fruit or have their fruit picket; from the farm lands to the sex shops, the wickedness of man has a long reach.
The Big Break
Dear Deviants,
How is everyone doing? I hope all is well. I have not been posting much and for that I apologize. Your momentary scorn is nothing like the guilt I get every time I see my well intended Schedule. It’s on two of my profiles and I view it often with much self scorn. The honest truth is I have been working, the many questions of “What are you writing?” from my coworkers during my breaks can attest to my diligence.
20 minutes and a keyboard
The introduction of my 30th year of life is almost upon us. Have I been in a cocoon of innocence and is this cocoon about to break open and unleash a tattooed, chain smoking butterfly? The world will have to wait and see, in fact I cannot be certain about the events that shall befall my life after 30. I can remember as a child thinking 30 was a long way off and really old. Now I feel like an 18 year old advanced to a late age. The age old feelings of regret and wonderment at life. Could I have spent less, saved more, led a life more on the path of the good lord? The answer is yes but tricks come in the application.
Employment
Tonight, I hate my job.
Annoying Customers
want soup, soda, and sprinkles.
Annoying Co-workers
want sympathy, superiority, and schedules.
Annoying Self
wants the all to go away.
False Profit
Designer Water,
Designer Jeans,
Designer Gods,
The World is full of them.
Day 2
All right, I tried to shirk my duties to this site of mine but could not seem to get to sleep. I lay with closed eyes and my over active mind raged against the darkness. Words formed into sentences, sentence into paragraphs, and both crashed against the quiet shore of white noise. Productivity stormed the shores and broke procrastinations front. Yet then again, I am not working on a piece of fiction and merely scribing a stream of consciousness.
Back to Work
OK, i have to get back to Incorrect Grammar but I always wonder where the time goes. Each writing section is to be completed after the next poker game, round of cleaning, or meeting with a boa wearing hookers (which, i assure you, is at Ben Affleck levels…. Go ahead and laugh. You don’t have to hear the phone call from my mother. Which is another episode entirely.).…Keep Reading
