| My path to becoming a hobo is about to hit another milestone. Unemployment. :P
More money more problems.
Comfort destroys enthusiasm.
But I wonder if the converse is true.... Guess I'll find out.
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| A little girl watching the Little Mermaid dreamt to herself, "Where's my Prince Eric?"
It was a beautiful dream at first and every child has to learn how. It was a nice little castle made out of balsa wood. Despite its sound architecture it just could not hold a two ton weight called reality. Goodbye child-like sense of wonder, hello DIE-t coke and negative self body image, hello manic impulse shopping and the burden of mindless consumerism, hello affluent, indulgent, life-style and good-paying job that sucks the soul out. I was looking for a job and then I found a job and Heaven knows I'm miserable now. Reality is a heavy bitch.
A young woman walking down memory lane got a splinter in her foot from a dream that had gone too long deferred. Little girls aren't supposed to play with matches, but an angry chick can blow fire and shoot lasers from her eyes. Prince Eric, you've been warned.
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| i wish i could stand on stage
with a finger at you
and something to say
but if i had truth
i wouldnt say it
id afflict it
to burn your brain infestation
free
of quiet ruminations
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| Beware the path of least resistance.
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| You Must Complete Your Mission
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Shhhh... Go to sleep. You know not what you say. There is a
boulder over there. It needs to be rolled. Go roll
it. The problem is that the boulder is on top of your shoulders. |
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