Jive

[spunkykipper]

Yeah, I haven't wrote in a while I have been rather busy. Work has occupied most of my time. I don't really understand what all the big deal is these days. We are in a rut at work, trying to make deadlines and all that, they are saying we won't go on christmas scheduale unless all prerequisites are met. Oh yeah I also got in a little bit o trouble. Coming in late to work, civie-side is bad enough, but doing it in the military is oh so much worse, they can have your ass on a platter, and they did. Nowadays it's been mostly just go to work get home and slowly work on turning into an eggplant by getting my brain sucked into a tv. I swear I am ready for this whole buisness to disintigrate into the ground. I wish I had super-powers, like the ablilty to do magick or just be like a wicked strong superman type. Then I could have a means and a reason to find a new way to occupy my time, like saving people or running circles or something. Oh well, in the mean-time I will just work on my literary works. I've got a short story/novel in progress. I may actually go ahead and finish this one. I've tried to before, but I always lost the final point to the whole thing. You know the reason, the moral if you will. For every story has a moral, while these entries are just an outlet to express my deepest contempt for the things I do to myself. For instance not standing up for myself when I'm on the job, contempt for the way I spend my time, the way I just sit back and let it all pass me by. Days flow together so effectivly that I forget what is coming and what is gone. Sometimes I wish I was somebody else.

one step ahead
of myself and my will
diminishing thoughts of safety
blankets of encouragement
inconprehensible to blank shells
raining like elephants and mice
the mind screams with uncertainty
and fear penetrates the skull
how many people
how many things
how many thinks
to be alive does it take
bloody will
intrusive suclusion
and all those
funny mice