It's not a story but... it'll do pigs... it'll do

[the_kind_prof]

Greetings and mahalo. Insanity follows me everywhere with only fleeting glimpses of the real. Somewhere in between I found the time to write this poem. The least you could do is read it and (God forbid) enjoy

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A story from a fellow writer.

[anonymous]

Great poem. Nothing like numbing pain with nihlism

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[anonymous]

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[anonymous]

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Re: A story from a fellow writer.

[anonymous]

There it was two years I began at the Carrington Institute determined to destroy dataDyne and the potent force of my anger fueled my already great natural talent. I was determined to succeed at everything and I did. Except for the social aspect of things. I was cold and remote and personally disliked my fellow Institute staff and thought that the feeling was mutual. The word “asshole” quickly came to mind when I tried describing my co-workers to myself and I would not be surprised if the word “bitch” was used to describe me behind my back. But dislike soon blossomed into mutual respect. Everyone at the Institute was a consummate professional as skilled in their fields as I was in mine. Despite our personal feelings I worked well everyone and eventually I came to admire them and likewise was admired by them. Then it eventually happened. Over the course of my few years at the Institute that admiration grew into something more. It became friendship. While I could not identify a specific threshold moment where I went from disliking them

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[anonymous]

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