a waste of time, an utterly useless chasm of space. i don't care, i don't care. i mean, you're speaking words at me, but it's just dust coming out, nothing affected, nothing moved to action. how to avoid you is what we're all thinking.
the surreality of sitting in her office this morning, hot cup of coffee cooling in my office next door, while i serve my micro-prison sentence. on the speakerphone. she's got her face contorted and lips pursed, anticipating the next words to cut down the voice on the other end. the solution to having an excess of money is to place a 9,000 lb food order and then passively-aggresively tell me that "you need to communicate with these people, otherwise nothing will happen" as if i have anything to do with it. complaining that 15 cases of pancake syrup is an unfortunate waste, but we have to spend it, have to use it up. if it were up to me, the money would already be used up. given out robin-hood style to our brother and sister agencies.
but life is small, life is small. no help but for ourselves. no reliance but on ourselves. a self-imposed isolation and behind her back the people whisper.....
Hang on tightly, let go lightly.
About Me
- porfiry
- The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break, it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry.