09/19/2008
Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it....not the way you want it. Heh. My job lends itself to
some ego-stroking and some over-excited expressions of gratitude. I always used to love the sound of a
beautiful woman repetitively telling me that she loved me. Alas...the instance today falls under the
stroking category. I fixed something that was troubling and got the praise.....anticlimactic and in the
end, disappointing.
09/20/2008
I had so much to say, way back when. What ever happened to me?
09/23/2008
My eyes lay limp, like dead weight on my face. They want nothing more but to close and never reopen.
Dreams call out to me, good or bad, and plead that i stay with them. They say life can be forever if my
eyes just stay heavy. Stay still. Stay down. They offer me the chance to see people i love. Hold and care
for them. They offer me adventure. They offer me mystery. They offer me a story that I am involved in.
My eyes understand the desire to stay shut. To close the door to daylight and disappear into a land of
else. Realism be damned.
09/24/2008 p1
What happened to my hours? Did they conspire with my dreams to enforce a minutes into my dreams
before i wake up ... all this with varying degrees of penalty should i indulge. My dreams have me
searching for something, my zombie-like-waking-life has me searching for my dreams. This cycle finds
some overlap and then my days get awkward.
09/24/2008 p2
How amazing would this world be if people just did their jobs? What was asked of them in the
contracts signed upon hiring. Would this be such a novel concept? This simple change could lead to
world peace, the reduction of global debt, and a number of other issues that simple accountability
could fix.
On a more local scale, i would work less, stress less and be happier overall. I wouldn't be so angry and
vengeful all the time. I'd have time for other emotions. Things could be interesting. . . . if people in
this world would just DO THEIR JOBS.
10/13/2008
The weight of a day can be measured by heart ache. Pleasure to lighten, stress to make heavy. The
weight of today is not something new, but a rehashing of a heavy that hasn't been for a long long time.
10/22/2008
I will be known. Not by the world. Not by anyone famous. But known none-the-less.
To be remembered and acknowledged is all I need. That being my goal in life, i'm complete. I'm
happy to know that i have had some kind of impact on another's life. If the smallest part of me lives
on in their memories, i live on forever.
As Clint lives in me, will go on too....
10/23/2008
My eyes lay limp, like dead weight on my face. They want nothing more but to close and never reopen.
Dreams call out to me, good or bad, and plead that i stay with them. They say life can be forever if my
eyes just stay heavy. Stay still. Stay down. They offer me the chance to see people i love. Hold and care
for them. They offer me adventure. They offer me mystery. They offer me a story that I am involved in.
My eyes understand the desire to stay shut. To close the door to daylight and disappear into a land of
else. Realism be damned.
Guess who was inspired to play on his site too...
Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it....not the way you want it. Heh. My job lends itself to
some ego-stroking and some over-excited expressions of gratitude. I always used to love the sound of a
beautiful woman repetitively telling me that she loved me. Alas...the instance today falls under the
stroking category. I fixed something that was troubling and got the praise.....anticlimactic and in the
end, disappointing.
09/20/2008
I had so much to say, way back when. What ever happened to me?
09/23/2008
My eyes lay limp, like dead weight on my face. They want nothing more but to close and never reopen.
Dreams call out to me, good or bad, and plead that i stay with them. They say life can be forever if my
eyes just stay heavy. Stay still. Stay down. They offer me the chance to see people i love. Hold and care
for them. They offer me adventure. They offer me mystery. They offer me a story that I am involved in.
My eyes understand the desire to stay shut. To close the door to daylight and disappear into a land of
else. Realism be damned.
09/24/2008 p1
What happened to my hours? Did they conspire with my dreams to enforce a minutes into my dreams
before i wake up ... all this with varying degrees of penalty should i indulge. My dreams have me
searching for something, my zombie-like-waking-life has me searching for my dreams. This cycle finds
some overlap and then my days get awkward.
09/24/2008 p2
How amazing would this world be if people just did their jobs? What was asked of them in the
contracts signed upon hiring. Would this be such a novel concept? This simple change could lead to
world peace, the reduction of global debt, and a number of other issues that simple accountability
could fix.
On a more local scale, i would work less, stress less and be happier overall. I wouldn't be so angry and
vengeful all the time. I'd have time for other emotions. Things could be interesting. . . . if people in
this world would just DO THEIR JOBS.
10/13/2008
The weight of a day can be measured by heart ache. Pleasure to lighten, stress to make heavy. The
weight of today is not something new, but a rehashing of a heavy that hasn't been for a long long time.
10/22/2008
I will be known. Not by the world. Not by anyone famous. But known none-the-less.
To be remembered and acknowledged is all I need. That being my goal in life, i'm complete. I'm
happy to know that i have had some kind of impact on another's life. If the smallest part of me lives
on in their memories, i live on forever.
As Clint lives in me, will go on too....
10/23/2008
My eyes lay limp, like dead weight on my face. They want nothing more but to close and never reopen.
Dreams call out to me, good or bad, and plead that i stay with them. They say life can be forever if my
eyes just stay heavy. Stay still. Stay down. They offer me the chance to see people i love. Hold and care
for them. They offer me adventure. They offer me mystery. They offer me a story that I am involved in.
My eyes understand the desire to stay shut. To close the door to daylight and disappear into a land of
else. Realism be damned.
Guess who was inspired to play on his site too...
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