A drunken fiesta a financial crisis a wayne carey this is me waking up in a dumpster filled with landmines shouting out profanity. This is a reminder to my self and my future self excluding my parallel self of a war between logic and a super fun happy slide. I confront an ocean of poison and freestyle my way towards an elusive horizon only to sink into the depths of pressure where the mind shrinks and becomes a species of Pygmy. This small minded individual scales walls to disguise his inability to walk, like spider man his kryptonite is Mary Jane, his Mary Jane is euphoria yet his demise.
Reaching the point of no return a soldier combats his fears negotiating with wicked gray matter like enemies in love the two bicker as if the bitch took everything she even took the ice cubes. Minus one ear lobe the warrior succumbs to the melodic rhythms of Hypnotic produced by the black dead Jaba. I confess my chemicals to the dying and they agree to leave this world. The void remains in the two chambers empty red and blue I longed for affection of the living, its a catch 22 and a throw 19 to live is to die and dying is living.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Office Acupuncture 1
Well I don't know what was wrong with our original copier and printer but our company decided to replace it with one that appeared to have exactly the same features... print and copy, I mean how many extravagant ways of printing is there? Well for feeble minds we were subjected to a training session on how to operate this new printer copier... The guy was well spoken and explained procedures clearly, as usual my mind strays from what was relevant. I'm not sure how it came to mind but I wondered if this guy was jacked behind the corporate exterior (no homo), he had massive forearms for someone who just talks about printers.
Well with the training session over I sat my ass back in the cold but well lit corner of my cubical. "Click" on print, the printer was no longer a virgin.. the sheets of paper penetrate through the rolls of ink and crevices. Was it weird of me to be attracted to this freshly printed paper? It was glossy. the print was consistent, the paper was smooth and when touched left a slick signature on your finger tips. This was the paper for me... lol nah but seriously I wanted to craft the perfect paper aeroplane.
My spider sense tingles.. I retreat my creation behind my back as another staff member glides past my line of vision. THE RECEPTIONIST IS SILENT! She is a little asian women about 60 years old but appears 40 and weighs less.. I estimate 1 lettuce leaf, I feel sorry for her on windy days. I continue to fold perfect corner to corner, a series of intricate folds transforms the plain canvas into a gravity defying tyrant.
The building is abundant with security, to even exit you have to press a button to release the lock, the lock makes a psssshhhhh noise as if we were confined in an air tight facility. Well lucky no one was there I made my quick exit onto the balcony. Sadly we are situated on the first level but my creation is a current dictator. The air is cold, I lick my finger and raise it to detect the north westly breeze. My arm accends above ear level and I pinch the base of the plane tightly, thrusting forward I realese my beloved glider into the free world.
Cliff notes
Well with the training session over I sat my ass back in the cold but well lit corner of my cubical. "Click" on print, the printer was no longer a virgin.. the sheets of paper penetrate through the rolls of ink and crevices. Was it weird of me to be attracted to this freshly printed paper? It was glossy. the print was consistent, the paper was smooth and when touched left a slick signature on your finger tips. This was the paper for me... lol nah but seriously I wanted to craft the perfect paper aeroplane.
My spider sense tingles.. I retreat my creation behind my back as another staff member glides past my line of vision. THE RECEPTIONIST IS SILENT! She is a little asian women about 60 years old but appears 40 and weighs less.. I estimate 1 lettuce leaf, I feel sorry for her on windy days. I continue to fold perfect corner to corner, a series of intricate folds transforms the plain canvas into a gravity defying tyrant.
The building is abundant with security, to even exit you have to press a button to release the lock, the lock makes a psssshhhhh noise as if we were confined in an air tight facility. Well lucky no one was there I made my quick exit onto the balcony. Sadly we are situated on the first level but my creation is a current dictator. The air is cold, I lick my finger and raise it to detect the north westly breeze. My arm accends above ear level and I pinch the base of the plane tightly, thrusting forward I realese my beloved glider into the free world.
Cliff notes
- Boy interacts with new printer copier
- Boy is educated about printer and copier
- Printer copier reps are jacked
- Boy discovers amazing glossy canvis
- Designs canvis into amazing air sculpter
- Glossy paper is fucking shit for making paper aeroplanes...
- Plane drops like bricks onto pavement
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