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That's it, let it all out. Let the waterworks flow, get it out of your system. Are you finished? Now we can begin. If I divide by zero does the universe implode? If I drain these walls of years of insane banter what then will make me worse? Is there a whole totality to all of this? Humanity, in its quest to reach its peak, has created several ways to destroy itself and oftentimes congratulates itself for it. First we destroy our houses, then our schools, our jobs and when we have destroyed everything in our path, we destroy our spirits. We destroy each other in so many ways, some like a saccharine tasting wine while some, a brutal yet intense connection. And of course being the theatrical beings that we are, let everything build up while our eyes are closed. We let ourselves get comfortable in our own skin first. And once everything has settled and the guarding eye becomes complacent, we destroy ourselves with one fell swoop. We cut off each others wings and laugh at each others bloody backs, all of us smiling as we do. We spray each others eyes with acid and push ourselves into brick walls. We smash our own faces, whether we do it ourselves or with a little help from others. We destroy that we detest, and become monsters ourselves in the process. Look. An airplane you're flying on's right engine has burst into flames. a quick gust of wind slaps your face, and all you see are bits and pieces of what used to be the airplane's interior flying in front of you. People are being sucked into what seems like a hole in the wall. You see the expressions on their faces and hear their screams as they soar through the air. You notice a relative hanging onto your seat, with his or her weight slowly pulling your seat into the rip in the airplane. All this in under five seconds. What do you do?

Friday, February 6, 2009

The Great Haze part 3

The days have been routine, boring at best. Fresh out of college and into a corporate office, Jesus look at all those ties. Out of the pot and into the flame my ass. All that ass kissing and fake smiles make me sick to my stomach. Of course, it doesn't help that I never had to climb the ranks, either. Executive vice-president, south wing. I thought this would be like a never ending episode of The Apprentice, but the people around me have personalities and their own opinions as much as bowlers have athletic ability. I swear, these people are almost like sheep. I like to refer to them as "sheeple."

The only consolation for this shit job is I get to be on top and piss on everybody below me, metaphorically speaking, of course. "Good morning sir, how was your weekend?" "Sir, there is a fruit basket for you from Fairtex Cambodia." Jesus Christ, how much fruit can you possibly eat in two weeks? I could say "Fuck you, ass hat." and ignore the Cambodian bastards plea for more money but of course, I'll have my secretary write a thank you note and would always reply, "Fine, how was yours?" like I was genuinely interested. That's how big business works. As a matter of fact, that's how society pretty much works. The more you supress your instincts, the more civilized you are. And I don't even like The Apprentice.

End of Chapter 3
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