Thursday, April 30, 2009

pc


speaking truth through a conduit of an alter ego, smiles and hellos hide the inner thoughts of the sociopath that lays inside and grows, ideas are fed from the voices in his head, empty thoughts and hollow words from peers being recieved with a masked smile and a deaf ear, one cannot succumb to the dance of the dumb because of uncertainty and fear, go against the grain even if it brings pain, one will be driven crazy to the daily life of the "sane", you know what they say about all work and no play, may make your pocket fatter as you turn into the mad hatter, living life not as meant but instead do whats needed to accquire funds to be spent, so we could keep up and stay bent,thats how we get fucked, if enviroment truly does dictate the need, then i need to move to a farm with flowers and weed(s), lakes, nature and trees, i do not need material to validate my existence, i need freedom for my inner masked villain this instance, i need to erase the "alter" from the alter ego because where he leads is where my mind follows, true freedom is an idea, be careful of what you say, always think before you speak, some cannot handle truth and are condemned by the sheep, we as a people have been programmed.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009


lets light an L, sip on a brew and do those things that make you YOU.

the sun is shinning and life is fun happiness is not always a warm gun.

smile, theres always tommorow.



im sleepy. -)

another day, another battle, another co-worker with a rattle, another argument about this, that and the third, hurtful comments , pain through nouns, adjectives and verbs, nothing solved, no ground gained, instead hurtful memories brought up by one supposed to be a teammate.


life is unfair and people dont really care unless it affects their stomach, pocket book and/or hair. pseudo hellos, and the facade of intrest makes one detest the everyday office experience.


so step into my office, stay awhile, dress in style and feign a smile.

have a nice day.

routine.


routines are the slave master of contemporary times. confined daily to a schedule we must adhere to simply to survive in this corporate ran concrete jungle. office politics along with office poli-tricks, slacks and collars around our necks, no ball and chain around our feet, instead our souls are shackled. 40 hours a week we chase their dreams while ours lay in slumber. daydreams of random escapades pave routes for my minds escape vicariously living through my mindscape. i sit and stare in front of my electronic window with no walls downloading with envy the next mans adventure, things i would rather do with my office tenure. searching for the working class cure, one must remember those who shall conquer must endure.