Poets and writers drink more intensely. Smoke more intensely. Worship God more intensely. Poets and writers fuck more intensely. Poets and writers give more willingly-- spilling the alphabetical marrow of their souls out into the albino sonogram of hope that is the page, hoping some stranger whom he or she has never before met turns to his crafted syllables in time of dire need and somehow finds solace, finds laughter finds a friend.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Corporate-collar sulk
Blog bi-day today because of wrangled work ethos. Why is it so cool to deride 'assiduous' workers for sub-menial pay....(I have to due a buncha shit while everyone else in the office bats their eyes at the solitaire screen)Oh well, every ass-hole boss that's ever pillaged my paycheck is fair game when it comes to antagonist fictional charchters...So, all I can say is, ( to my bosses) thank God we live in a society that reads far less than they did ten years ago....this may be you're one shot at fettered-fame.
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