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Most people associate the noun "dollar" with the Federal Reserve Note ("FRN") "dollar bill,” engraved with the portrait of President George Washington. This association is mistaken.
Once I did an open mike with my friend from New York. We swapped details of our city life.
In New York, our pools are chlorinated.
In New York, rich snobs occupy the Upper East side.
New York has more Jews than Israel.
In New York, we have a Third Rail!
In New York, we are a terrorist target.
In New York, successful industrialists can become the mayor.
In New York, we really have white people.
I learned to be penniless again. I learned to imagine again, spending whole weeks and months designing robotic armies. I found a value to bring my own customer, cutting out the middleman, operating within the new rules before they'd been written. From here, things rapidly accelerated. Creative destruction in this wave massified, automated, but personalized, distilled, amused. As I negotiated in Bruce Haley's kitchen to expand my own production capacity, I got the call. "You've got the job."
One Fewer Love
All that animal that found a
home is rootless again.
Wrong constitutions;
Incompatable temperments;
My love, she said, is what I can remove to change you.
I gathered her things at her request and
slammed the door on Freudian accident.
I bet he begged forgiveness,
when rage flashed and fear countered.
I bet he felt ashamed;
I bet she felt empowered.
At the church I more dropped by than prayed as people's voices spelled scriptures behind the sanctuary's false felt front. A man at the door asked if I'd come to see the doctor, a man devoted to teaching about Gandhi.
A man was reading prayers of peace from the world's religions, and the metaphors pierced the mechanisms, transcending time and languages. Perhaps this Doctor would be a hit.
Then a Muslim Sufi spoke and his vigor and intelligence vied to reveal the beauty he's learned. The old man he introduced had a thick accent. This was the Gandhi Doctor.
He said Gandhi was shy, but did only as he said, and liberated India.
He then went into a lengthy and dense screed he'd prepared about fixing the world through brotherhood. It was a bit tedious. Anyway, at the end I tried to figure out his deal by asking how he saved people from poverty with his scientific farming plan. "First, we teach them crop loss is not God's will." We cleared the chairs for the homeless women
who reside in the church at night.
Slapping the daylights, give me a little better love this time! I see rights wronged in a cricuble of fire, souls cleansed and justice served, in a mighty thundering of righteous force, as a far-off phonograph plays a music box mozart lullabye. I seek another hand to hold and fire to fan, like anyone.
I dreamed my step-mom adopted a new boy, but he was in adoption so long that he learned that he didn't have a name yet. She wouldn't even talk to im cuz he didn't have a name yet. I befriended him and asked if he knew what his name was. "What do you think it might be?" He was so tiny that I could hold him in my hand. As I took him somewhere, a yellowjacket bumblebee tracked with him, even as I shifted left to right, right to left, the bee tracked on... and stung him. The little guy was hurting, but said he wasn't. I left him somewhere. Then after I'd gone away I realized such a sting to such a tiny guy would be fatal. I raced back against all my effort (with all my effort), elbowing other dudes who happened to be competitive go-ers. I wanted to save the little guy. But I don't think I did.
I went to dad's house and cried... sobbed.
K says I'm doing the wrong thing. K says it's a stupid, sickening subject, your psychology, your desperate, paper thin charade.
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Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All
II have to deal with the fact that your speech on Friday impugned my trust and suggested I'm not doing my job. Please don't write email like this. I involve you in discussions about your deliverables. These are technical discussions, where people participate by sharing important, often tiny details. Sneaky, mean speeches of half- truths and pretense disrupt this process.
People who are stupid and rude freak me out, especially when I need to count on them. When I depend on stupid, rude people, I lose my sanity. I feel bad about it but it's not a choice. I just lose my sanity. No sense in overstating it, but it's certainly something I have to deal with.
James is stupid and mean, and I'm losing my mind because I have to help him succeed.
It began to snow, flakes circling like ash. Three years now, since your heart's black ink poured out, I'm still here- in the garden, where the flies melt on the gardenias like black pepper.
Why won't you let me go? No one helps anyone.
http://superfancydeluxe.com/
http://marmotking.com/
Most people associate the noun "dollar" with the Federal Reserve Note ("FRN") "dollar bill,” engraved with the portrait of President George Washington. This association is mistaken.
Once I did an open mike with my friend from New York. We swapped details of our city life.
In New York, our pools are chlorinated.
In Seattle, our tap water is chlorinated.
In New York, rich snobs occupy the Upper East side.
In Seattle, rich snobs occupy the entire East side.
New York has more Jews than Israel.
Seattle has more Jews than an Arafat family reunion.
In Seattle, we have a monorail!
In New York, we have a Third Rail!
In New York, we are a terrorist target.
In Seattle, we are an anarchist target.
In New York, successful industrialists can become the mayor.
In Seattle, successful industrialists can buy the mayor.
In New York, we really have white people.
IN Seattle, we have really white people.
I learned to be penniless again. I learned to imagine again, spending whole weeks and months designing robotic armies. I found a value to bring my own customer, cutting out the middleman, operating within the new rules before they'd been written. From here, things rapidly accelerated. Creative destruction in this wave massified, automated, but personalized, distilled, amused. As I negotiated in Bruce Haley's kitchen to expand my own production capacity, I got the call. "You've got the job."
One Fewer Love
All that animal that found a
home is rootless again.
Wrong constitutions;
Incompatable temperments;
My love, she said, is what I can remove to change you.
I gathered her things at her request and
slammed the door on Freudian accident.
I bet he begged forgiveness,
when rage flashed and fear countered.
I bet he felt ashamed;
I bet she felt empowered.
At the church I more dropped by than prayed as people's voices spelled scriptures behind the sanctuary's false felt front. A man at the door asked if I'd come to see the doctor, a man devoted to teaching about Gandhi.
A man was reading prayers of peace from the world's religions, and the metaphors pierced the mechanisms, transcending time and languages. Perhaps this Doctor would be a hit.
Then a Muslim Sufi spoke and his vigor and intelligence vied to reveal the beauty he's learned. The old man he introduced had a thick accent. This was the Gandhi Doctor.
He said Gandhi was shy, but did only as he said, and liberated India.
He then went into a lengthy and dense screed he'd prepared about fixing the world through brotherhood. It was a bit tedious. Anyway, at the end I tried to figure out his deal by asking how he saved people from poverty with his scientific farming plan. "First, we teach them crop loss is not God's will." We cleared the chairs for the homeless women
who reside in the church at night.
Slapping the daylights, give me a little better love this time! I see rights wronged in a cricuble of fire, souls cleansed and justice served, in a mighty thundering of righteous force, as a far-off phonograph plays a music box mozart lullabye. I seek another hand to hold and fire to fan, like anyone.
I dreamed my step-mom adopted a new boy, but he was in adoption so long that he learned that he didn't have a name yet. She wouldn't even talk to im cuz he didn't have a name yet. I befriended him and asked if he knew what his name was. "What do you think it might be?" He was so tiny that I could hold him in my hand. As I took him somewhere, a yellowjacket bumblebee tracked with him, even as I shifted left to right, right to left, the bee tracked on... and stung him. The little guy was hurting, but said he wasn't. I left him somewhere. Then after I'd gone away I realized such a sting to such a tiny guy would be fatal. I raced back against all my effort (with all my effort), elbowing other dudes who happened to be competitive go-ers. I wanted to save the little guy. But I don't think I did.
I went to dad's house and cried... sobbed.
K says I'm doing the wrong thing. K says it's a stupid, sickening subject, your psychology, your desperate, paper thin charade.
Poll #1221372 it
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All
it's a stupid, sickening subject, your psychology, your desperate, paper thin charade.
0 (0.0%)II have to deal with the fact that your speech on Friday impugned my trust and suggested I'm not doing my job. Please don't write email like this. I involve you in discussions about your deliverables. These are technical discussions, where people participate by sharing important, often tiny details. Sneaky, mean speeches of half- truths and pretense disrupt this process.
People who are stupid and rude freak me out, especially when I need to count on them. When I depend on stupid, rude people, I lose my sanity. I feel bad about it but it's not a choice. I just lose my sanity. No sense in overstating it, but it's certainly something I have to deal with.
James is stupid and mean, and I'm losing my mind because I have to help him succeed.
It began to snow, flakes circling like ash. Three years now, since your heart's black ink poured out, I'm still here- in the garden, where the flies melt on the gardenias like black pepper.
Why won't you let me go? No one helps anyone.
