Thursday, March 20, 2014

Case in point

.........as in the case of “the person” and “the situation” as the influencers on behavior, research suggest that S be the primary most powerful influence, thus S>P.  This seems to suggest that man is generally controlled predominantly by external forces in a reactionary and self-preservationist role. Though I feel that the understanding of how both S and P effects a person’s behavior is paramount to any leadership initiative, I think that to be generically suggesting that S is a greater influence of behavior is misleadingly repeating the “nature versus nurture” (Francis Galton, Hereditary Genius 1869) debate. I feel both both S and P are interwoven in a complex relationship that cannot be boiled down to a simple division of developed influences, and that "the person brings..........

So basically, I don't care, fucking zombie bossman. I'll put a bullet through your fucking head, and that has nothing to do with the situation.....

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Dick-head

All this winter, all this cold.....
Yet the cold war is heating up.
How can I ever see even if the haze has been burned away by morning sky.
I feel old, warn down, and weary.
Crying didn't help, neither did booze.
And Lizzy is so cra cra
Yet a movie called Nymphomaniac is being released,
I guess things arn't all bad


Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by the sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
                                                                -William Shakespeare

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

this isn't right, there is suppose to be happines somewhere, some time.......in something.....



i just want to cry

Monday, March 3, 2014

hanging myself again

I know how to tie it, thirteen wraps and it only tightens. A quick drop to snap the neck, she screams and the moans, then body fluids everywhere. “Always carry enough rope to hang yourself”, I’m fond of saying. And I mean that both figurative and literal. Ah noose around my neck, it is a comfort to feel your bite. Shall I swing, like a puppet on a string when the chair is kicked over and the stage is no more. You know, she said, pawing at the ends, that is a nice tie.