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wow i've seriously missed sleep dep.
zzzzzzzzzzzz
i think i need to get the fuck outta here. i'd like to stick it out and see if i can make phat cash when it goes ipo, but everything is getting nailed down to spreadsheets. that's great because that proves numbers to people across the world who don't talk to us to find out how we're doing. unfortunately that means everyone that can make things work by feel after about double the time it takes to prove it with empericalities is getting cut. you have to be good at both and at my best effort i'm only manage about 30 percent empericalities.
however it's good to see that the empiricalities can't kill my creativity. my dreams will not be idyl. i was pissed enraged enthralled and appalled last night at the energy i felt pouring out of that writer we have for our cirkus act. i don't have the slightest faith in her ability to re-write this and make it work. thank god the dialogue is simply something we'll be delivering amoungst the smashing show.
however, i determined something last night. there was a burnt umber film of shit covering my ancient creativity, the part of me i'd started to doubt was coming back and it was torn away like edible panties from a black light in rage. there's a power flowing again from the core where things were.
only this time, i've given up on timidity. it seems off in contrast to the majority of my character, but there are infinite personality facets one can develop or simply develops instinctually about one's self and simply because some parts are well wrought, it doesn't meanthe same intricate scrolling that decorates one fire sill of one's life also borders the study, or borders the banquet table.
it is not the clothes or the posessions that i seek exquisite contrast from in my life. it's my soul.
zzzzzzzzzzzz
i think i need to get the fuck outta here. i'd like to stick it out and see if i can make phat cash when it goes ipo, but everything is getting nailed down to spreadsheets. that's great because that proves numbers to people across the world who don't talk to us to find out how we're doing. unfortunately that means everyone that can make things work by feel after about double the time it takes to prove it with empericalities is getting cut. you have to be good at both and at my best effort i'm only manage about 30 percent empericalities.
however it's good to see that the empiricalities can't kill my creativity. my dreams will not be idyl. i was pissed enraged enthralled and appalled last night at the energy i felt pouring out of that writer we have for our cirkus act. i don't have the slightest faith in her ability to re-write this and make it work. thank god the dialogue is simply something we'll be delivering amoungst the smashing show.
however, i determined something last night. there was a burnt umber film of shit covering my ancient creativity, the part of me i'd started to doubt was coming back and it was torn away like edible panties from a black light in rage. there's a power flowing again from the core where things were.
only this time, i've given up on timidity. it seems off in contrast to the majority of my character, but there are infinite personality facets one can develop or simply develops instinctually about one's self and simply because some parts are well wrought, it doesn't meanthe same intricate scrolling that decorates one fire sill of one's life also borders the study, or borders the banquet table.
it is not the clothes or the posessions that i seek exquisite contrast from in my life. it's my soul.