heatandrun
With time, victory slips from my tight grip.
My throat seeks to quench an internal thirst.
Losing, and gaining force.
Psychopathic tendencies bloom with ease.
Three seconds before the curtain goes up.
The show starts before schedule.
the news play over and over the different levels of the same catastrophe, and i think to myself "could it really be the different expressions of the same substance?". it feels like everything sticks together like that.
Your life does not run on business hours. do not sleep when others say you have to. I offer you as many hours as you want, there is no such thing as days or nights here,there is only sunlight and darkness. There is no natural law that forces you to run on Gregory's system. Here, the offer is made, and it means choice, it means alternatives. I have given you creativity as well, and by that I mean, the ability to see new patterns from the structures you've been taught to perceive.
I picture a pile of papers sitting on a glossy desktop and I still envy her. (This fictitious "her" should equally be a "him" but I have been won over by traditional typecasting of those of my gender). The pile of undone work is not a product of procrastination for her. If I place myself in her chair, the unfinished work immediately changes connotations to something dark, unaccomplished, instead of a promise of achievement like it would be in the case of a proficient secretary. That job does not have room for atrophied perfectionism- practicality and completion are the main skills for it. Memo to self: never type up "To obtain a position as a secretary" in my resume.
We can break down words at a wide range of levels. Some are easier than others, you can break them like glass. The word manager is definitely one of those. Why is our society taking so long in breaking through it? Man. Age.
Where is our radical feminism?
El cafecito de olla es sin duda el mejor cafe del mundo. Uno de los consejos que Foder's Best Traveling Advice gave me yesterday while I browsed the shelves at Borders, which is going bankrupt as we speak, was to sit and take your coffee like the locals, at the bar instead of at a table. Como le habre de hacer para poder tomar cafe de olla mexinaco en una barra en Italia? Foder no me respondio.
the lack of respect for grammar that peeks out in my paragraphs is quiet grotesque at times. sometimes, i'll look back at previous writing and eek and cringe without a second thought. it just all feels so... violent against a piece of blank paper- a promise of all that you can be slaughtered by all the little ways in which you can mess up something perfect.
i think of him, holding this bell-shaped apparatus in front of his angry face, while he talks reason and dignity into these people.slowly he lets his hand hold the megaphone with less conviction. multitasking is not a natural task, and when he is getting his next raving mad, accurate and sound thoughts in order, in order to move the masses, his fists will take the backseat, leaving the highlighting decibel device linger alone for a few seconds before takes it up again, like a funny shaped sword into battle.
i'm probably going to get stuck to this. long naked trees in a damp winter midday. i wish i could remember the complex words you evoked in me every time we had a conversation about simplicity and the tricks in life that matter. not like those swinging cables in the tbs concert we saw.