Submitted by thewritingroom on Sat, 2006-07-08 13:19
July 8, 2006
I am powerful, an expert, authoritative.
(I know nothing. I am in the middle of a sea of isness and I have no clue, where am I heading, what am I making, why?
Why do humans hurt each other. I must answer that? Am I lost because my Mother, pobrecita, could't stop herself from hurting me? Who hurt her?)
Submitted by thewritingroom on Sun, 2006-07-02 16:10
July 2, 2006
I want a life where I don't need to complain.
I can decide to not complain about the life I do have.
Or I can get myself a different life.
I don't want to not complain on top of the wanting to complain, covering up the wanting to complain.
Submitted by thewritingroom on Sat, 2006-07-01 17:26
July 1, 2006
The food is horrible, and such small portions. Woody Allen
Well, I hate my job. But I don't want to lose it. Not until I decide to. I work in a rogue burocrazy, a pirate ship burocrazy. And now we're being brought in, made into official civil servants after 17 years of being a grant funded crew. I don't want to be moved. This is the work I fell into because I couldn't find a way to make a living doing the work I want to do. This is how I've wasted my life, in this job. The irrational work I've had to do because there was no rational work to be had. And because I wasn't graced with the right distresses, the right patterns, wasn't alpha enough to secure for myself one of the few available paid artist slots.
Submitted by thewritingroom on Sat, 2006-01-07 09:03
This is my first blog. This is my first blog. This is my first blog. This is my first blog. This is my first blog. This is my first blog.
This is my first blog. This is my first blog. This is my first blog. This is my first blog. This is my first blog. This is my first blog.
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