Very Ill Blood (428 hits)
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Submitted by Poots (View user info) at 2006-08-01 13:11:05 EDT
Every work morning I wake up at the very last miniscular second. I take sleep time seriously, when I can grab a few winks, and never for granted. This leaves me in a precarious position for I generally have about ten minutes to get dressed, shave, brush the ol' teefers, kiss my girlfriend, find my keys which are always lost, find my cellphone which is, along with the keys, playing the quickest most frantic game of man hunt ever, start my peice of shit truck which usually in itself, takes a good ten minutes, grab smokes at the closest store, namely Pops, grab water at said store, drive the five minutes drive to work all while, generally speaking, in a lesser state of inhebriation.
The equation is off balanced, according to my employer, and needs a remedy. I hate my employer. Let me rephrase that. I wish that this world of consumerism would wilt and die. It's not just my current employer that I hate, I hate all employers, maybe just a little more if they remind me of my current, life sapping, dirty cuntrag of an employer. The remedy, in my eyes, would be a nice horticultural lifestyle. I want greenery. I want vegetation. I want...the impossible.
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The notes come, packed in green envelopes with a beautiful feminin scent that I can't place, on mondays now. They used to arrive, on my doorstep mind you not in the mailbox, on thursdays in blue envelopes. No postage, no return addresses. Only the smell of beauty if.. that.. makes.. sense. That smell haunts my olfactories throughout the day and night, and the odd words that flow like lava within the pages. That's really why I stopped reading them. The words haunt me more so than the smell. It's sometimes like reading a third person biography. As if someone's watching me reading the note and taking note on the mannerisms I make, even facial expressions, slightly before I read the words that are coming up in the next twenty seconds. I tried skipping ahead one time and the words read "You skipped ahead you asshole, the story isn't told that way. Do you watch Star Wars in two second intervals? No is the answer. Stop playing with that pimple in your ear....etc. etc."
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Most of the time I don't even read the damn things. I just toss them in the trash, fire place, whatever, and go about my buisness. I pretend that they will stop but truely, I know better.
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Gotta do some work now.... happy day!
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Submitted by Poots (user info) at 2006-08-03 10:56:25 EDT (#)
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just checking something sorry if this comes up on recently reviewed.
Submitted by Poots (user info) at 2006-08-03 09:52:13 EDT (#)
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Miniscular (adj): very small or very few. Something you write to make people say "hey that's not a word."
now its a word?
Submitted by ilikesteak (user info) at 2006-08-01 21:26:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Poots (user info) at 2006-08-01 14:30:56 (#)
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it is in Poots' dictionary.
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This would have been a 0 if not for this.
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2006-08-01 17:33:50 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Poots (user info) at 2006-08-01 14:30:56 (#)
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it is in Poots' dictionary.
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...and it means "Stop reading right here"
Submitted by Poots (user info) at 2006-08-01 14:30:56 EDT (#)
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it is in Poots' dictionary.
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-08-01 13:45:07 EDT (#)
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miniscular isn't a word.
Very, very meh.
Submitted by Antioxident (user info) at 2006-08-01 13:38:33 EDT (#)
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