so...
about 1/2 rage and 1/2 zen.
it is a damn funny feeling.
archco took me off the schedule for the team i'm on because the company that they hire me out to hired some of it's own dudes.
went to provecho today to get my last meager ass paycheck, and they called in the middle of that to say 'hay, someone is sick today, why don't you come drive an hour south of here to help us out?'
so i told them i would call them back.
my fortune instructed me that opportunity knocks every day. and i should answer it.
my idea of answering at the time was to tell them to fuck themselves for laying me off and then putting me under their thumbs, but then i smoked half a cigarette, and i feel a lot better now.
i mean... damn provecho anyway. but i was kind of hoping to run into the ghostbusters there.
i guess that was just a dream.
just a dream.
but i would like a better job. one that i can do in the day time. one that i don't get calls from while i'm still sleeping.
i'd like to sleep. soundly. for just a week.
baw baw, etc.
whatever. i call into play loki's curse.
i guess i should be happy i have a job.
lots of people don't.
Dear stars,
i love you out there. show me the way. please let my blood stay in my body where it belongs, and let my mind have it's peace, and my body it's rest, and my soul it's fulfillment.
i'd like the following things in my life, in no particular order;
more food, ergo a healthy job status
some learning. i'd like to go to school again, and be around smart people. too many dummies in my social pool, constricted by my legacy of distasteful work, has left me spinning my own wheels, in that i must take my social traits from myself, because god knows i do not want to be like those around me.
and a girl. a dark to my light, or vice-versa, as the case may be, would be invaluably appreciated.
please, stars. you've put my hopes up so much. i'm doing my part. please don't let me down.
all my words about a holy war against you are farce. you know better than i that it's impossible. I may be great, and awesome, and have abilities which dwarf those of other humans, but let's get real here; i'm still only a man. what i really mean to say in those situations is 'please, help me, i'm dying. the weight of my troubles is crushing me, and i can't keep this up'
so, please, show me something. tell me something. give me what i need so that i can continue to carry on.
barring that, i shall not carry on. and the world that we both wish to see will never come about.
work together with me, o sparkling eternity.
work with me, and i will grow.
destroy me, and your planet earth will fall before it's time, for my people are vastly incompetent.
my planet earth.
it isn't just yours.
so hurry up, and upgrade my soul. temper my body, and stretch my mind.
i'll be waiting for you in the place where the trees have no leaves, and the birds sing like the wind over the sea.
bring justice.
it is a damn funny feeling.
archco took me off the schedule for the team i'm on because the company that they hire me out to hired some of it's own dudes.
went to provecho today to get my last meager ass paycheck, and they called in the middle of that to say 'hay, someone is sick today, why don't you come drive an hour south of here to help us out?'
so i told them i would call them back.
my fortune instructed me that opportunity knocks every day. and i should answer it.
my idea of answering at the time was to tell them to fuck themselves for laying me off and then putting me under their thumbs, but then i smoked half a cigarette, and i feel a lot better now.
i mean... damn provecho anyway. but i was kind of hoping to run into the ghostbusters there.
i guess that was just a dream.
just a dream.
but i would like a better job. one that i can do in the day time. one that i don't get calls from while i'm still sleeping.
i'd like to sleep. soundly. for just a week.
baw baw, etc.
whatever. i call into play loki's curse.
i guess i should be happy i have a job.
lots of people don't.
Dear stars,
i love you out there. show me the way. please let my blood stay in my body where it belongs, and let my mind have it's peace, and my body it's rest, and my soul it's fulfillment.
i'd like the following things in my life, in no particular order;
more food, ergo a healthy job status
some learning. i'd like to go to school again, and be around smart people. too many dummies in my social pool, constricted by my legacy of distasteful work, has left me spinning my own wheels, in that i must take my social traits from myself, because god knows i do not want to be like those around me.
and a girl. a dark to my light, or vice-versa, as the case may be, would be invaluably appreciated.
please, stars. you've put my hopes up so much. i'm doing my part. please don't let me down.
all my words about a holy war against you are farce. you know better than i that it's impossible. I may be great, and awesome, and have abilities which dwarf those of other humans, but let's get real here; i'm still only a man. what i really mean to say in those situations is 'please, help me, i'm dying. the weight of my troubles is crushing me, and i can't keep this up'
so, please, show me something. tell me something. give me what i need so that i can continue to carry on.
barring that, i shall not carry on. and the world that we both wish to see will never come about.
work together with me, o sparkling eternity.
work with me, and i will grow.
destroy me, and your planet earth will fall before it's time, for my people are vastly incompetent.
my planet earth.
it isn't just yours.
so hurry up, and upgrade my soul. temper my body, and stretch my mind.
i'll be waiting for you in the place where the trees have no leaves, and the birds sing like the wind over the sea.
bring justice.