thu : dec.05.2013
It takes a spell to write an epic.
No canes for those leaving health care.
( needing )
It's inconsequential to plan ahead when calendars are obsolete.
Your soul is a staircase.
And I fucking hate stairs.
We don't get the luxury of deciding what world we wake up to.
As much as we are masters, we are slaves.
The trick is...
There's a trick?
( liar )
Everything you are, know, and love, will be obsolete someday.
The only thing you can wake up to,tue : dec.03.2013
is the assumption
that today is not that day.
No Good With Loss
Here's to you, Apollo.
Should you never come back again.
I'll just follow the drums until we find your grave that never was.
( and never will be )
Hard to lose something you haven't yet lost.
But at the same time,
It's hard to lose anything.
Cats. Socks. Investments. Time. Lovers.
Just lose, and headbang.mon : nov.25.2013
The Most Important Decision Of This Second
is whether Jazz lied to us when it said that mistakes can be music.
I don't believe it.
( the notes that sound wrong )
Except when I believe it.
( the wrong note sounds better )
What does that tell you about belief ?sun : nov.17.2013
I've got 10 gallons of nut brown and Irish stout, fermenting in my basement.
What have you got?
( a truth, evident? )fri : nov.08.2013
The Tale of the Foot
Fucked my foot for a client.
Leapt a guard rail to get to my car faster in a parking garage. Saved a minute. Broke a bone.
No X-Rays until Sunday. It's Friday afternoon.
On a 3.5 hour phone call, that's why I missed the deadline.
This, for a job.
Why do I think this was worth it?
Does this affect my KPIs? My bonus? My cred in the company?
Does this improve my personal life? My relationship with my family? My off time?
How can we claim to be rational people.
How do we have the balls to even say that.
Logic, rational thought, all of it disappears in a microsecond.
And the following microsecond, you're flying over a guard rail in a parking garage, sailing 8 feet down, about to damage your foot to the point that you can't walk.
( non-high-availability feet )
What the fuck am I doing.
Seriously, what the fuck.
The better question is,
What the fuck are you doing?
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