Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Appetite for Construction: A Tribute to She

Why have you done this to me? Your humor, your smile, your feet, your skirts, and your backside all have me mesmerized. I want to kiss you deeply, nurish at your chest, turn you around and plunge my tongue deep into your dirty abyss. I'd part your legs and feast on your essence until you faint from euphoric exhaustion. I'd Slash and burn your forest and leave you sweaty and ravaged in the chared remains.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Fuck Jason Isringhausen!
The Future (Introspective Post)

I know that this is not what I am meant to do with my life. The people I work with are nice, but I hate the idea of clearly not being their equal. There is a condescension in their disposition that drives me mad; they talk to me in ways that make it seem as if they view me like some people view the janitor, security guard, or secretary at their place of work: they are nice to me because they are not threatened by me. Nothing against anyone who happily does this kind of work for a living, but this is beneath me.

Friday, September 01, 2006