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Oh..where was I? Where am I?

I have been blindly following social media, drifting aimlessly through the matrix, hoping someone, anyone is looking for me. But I get no offers. Is our whole lives just a search for validation, recognition? There I wander, I can see my shadow out of the corner of my eye. But to focus and the whole quantum presence of it falls apart, crumbles and disintegrates. The covalence is gone and alone I stand once again. Surrounded by multitude, yet totally forlorn. So I guess, that I can say, that I’m at peace with myself. Solitude, lonely, peace. See there is a silver lining on everything.

Awake,..I’m awake. Yet this all seems like a dream world. One horribly realistic, HD version, virtual dream world. I try to reach for analogies, searching for that phrase, that description, to make this all come together. 42. And so my meaning is once again lost while I vibrate for an entanglement that doesn’t exist.

I’m at work, yes this is work. This is my desk, this is my place, this is my job. This is, this. What every it is it is, there is no hope, there is no promise. Failure is not an option because success is not available.  Peace, I am at peace, total peace, serenity.

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Today's Happy Thought

So in the end, it amounted to nothing. For when all was said and done, effort, dedication, accomplishments were all for naught. All that there is, is. There is no before, only this moment.

In the quite electronic green hum of the fluorescences her voice arrived as a cold sharp shiv stuck thru the back of the neck. “Good morning x, your assignment has been reallocated”. Her voice was different now. Over the long drawn out “Lean” season, it had changed. It’s tenure, it’s sharpness. When before, her personable approach only slightly vailed an underlying coldness. A coldness that had playfully enjoyed evil. Now, there is no vail, officially cold and strictly authoritative. No emotion, no connection, no humanistic qualities. Grey corporate dogma slithered out of bright red lips in a new ultra sexualized redux. Tummy tuck here, face lift there. Mother was gone. Her new title, M. Governess, as in line with the Lean methodology, quickly became shortened to the fashionable “Madam”. What is irony, but something that no longer could be afforded.  Every morning the hoards would all line up, zombies, wherpeople, vamps, humans, trolls. Madam would lead us in reciting of our mission statement and values. Then we would march in corporate line to our assignments. There to labor, recording every 15 minute interval for the productivity matrix and to await Madam to call the numbers. Those who numbers were called, were never to be seen again. For numbers have no importance. Numbers are but arbitrarily imposed segregation and have no bearing on efficiency. And daily the corporate pace intensified, burning on new fuel in some far-off unseen mysterious furnace. “Good morning Madam, how can I help you today” I responded in a false cheery vibrato. “x, in alignment with the Enhancement and Employee Recognition Initiative, 62% of your resources will need to be dedicated to collaboration with the Mid County Empowerment Collective”. “But Madam”, I responded, “Mid County Empowerment Collective is not on our network and forty miles across the state. Presently I am required to dedicate 32% of my energies to Strategic Management, 75% of them to the Intrinsic Knowledge Group and 22% to the Learning Collaboration and Development Organization.” “Yes x, the Mid County Empowerment Collective is part of our corporate structure and your resources will efficiently engage and enhance Empowerment with Intrinsic Knowledge, Learning and Development. Are there any other questions?” Madam responded. “Yes, Madam”, inquisitively I probed, “where will I be stationed and who do I now report to?” “x”, Madam responded with that authoritative bureaucratic arrogance, “you will continue to remain on South Campus, when not required to be at MCEC. There within the Inner Circles of Hell, reporting to M.Dante as a class 5 Sub Administrator Pre-Director. Nothing has changed.”  

And the days past on. Faint remembrance of time remands and I don’t recall the smell of fresh air, the color of the sky or the touch of the sun. Welcome to today. Lean, efficient, engaged, empowered, and full of satisfaction and happiness. So I am told, so it is.

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Melodramatic….

Sometimes it is a hard thing to avoid. I have been pondering lately, if I am being melodramatic (well I did use the word “pondering”) about this whole thing called my life. “Shiit homie…yo ant got no life”

Well yea, there is that.

It seems that I have exceeded my data usage for this existence. Unable to upgrade, I am forever trapped seeking free wifi zones. I would have been all set if they let some of my old un-used yearly life data roll-over. I knew I should have gone with that other carrier, Buddhism. But I was always worried about their signal strength. Now I’m stuck in this contract …for eternality….

Life mimics TV commercials, and I seem to be in the wrong ones.

Really? The “truck guy” is so much more “macho”? Chevy, get real, that is so base, and insulting. But then again, this is America, and stupidity does rein. And when it reins, it…it…well..actually, around here, all it has done for months now is snow. Snow, Snow, SNOW, SNOW, SNOW! All my world is asphyxiated in white death. Sealed with heavy sugar frosting while sharp barbed icicles teeth shine from eaves. Houses have become winter monsters that have eaten their inhabitants. Trapped and isolated they are slowly being digested into pail wild eyed schizophrenics that twitch and blink and talk in hushed voices to themselves. Not only has it been the coldest February in history but the coldest month ever recorded. I can’t stand the sight of the fucking white shit suspended in the atmosphere. My temples, splitting and aching from the cold, beating beating a deafening scream. Pounding out enormous circadian rhythm, so fucking loud that I can hear nothing but a booming hiphop beat. I want to put a fucking gun in my mouth and spread what intelligence I have left over the white shit piles of ground ice glass. Loud, scream, pounding beat that I cannot even recognize my own meloD……    

Mary's little Frankie

My heart has stopped beating, all that is left is this curser, slowly flashing on the screen. A rhythmic slow four beat. No blood flows thru these veins, embalmed with alcoholic fluids, one would think that my organs wouldn’t be rotting away. Can one call that irony? The length of stay has exceeded the deductible. A half-life unto itself, it has more activity than I. And the sky is covered in clouds, neutral grey banality that drags on for infinite time. I didn’t want to stay, I didn’t want to come back here, I didn’t want to be pieced back together. Now looking at the scars, somehow, I feel that they didn’t do it right. Whatever, I guess then that you can call me complicated and if the curser is the only living pulse, than I am truly the cursed. Virtual life, virtual human, virtually worthless.

Pulsating curser, pounding, reverberating, damning. Why do you haunt my psychic and nail me to this reality.

I have a new understanding and sympathy for monsters.

Frankenstein.    

"Monsters are such interesting people"

-Buggs Bunny

i am dead


blackness


emptiness


nothing


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yopp

“This,” cried the mayor, “is your town’s darkest hour! The time for all Whos who have blood that is red to come to the aid of their country!” he said. “We’ve GOT to make noises in greater amounts! So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!” Thus he spoke as he climbed. When they got to the top, the lad cleared his throat and he shouted out, “Yopp!”

And that Yopp… That one small extra Yopp put it over! Finally, at last! From that speck on that clover their voices were heard! They rang out clear and clean. And the elephant smiled. “Do you see what I mean?... They’ve proved they ARE persons, not matter how small. And their whole world was saved by the Smallest of ALL!” “How true! Yes, how true,” said the big kangaroo. “And, from now on, you know what I’m planning to do?... From now on, I’m going to protect them with you!” And the young kangaroo in her pouch said,…

“…ME, TOO! From sun in the summer. From rain when it’s fall-ish, I’m going to protect them. No matter how small-ish!

-Dr. Seuss, Horton Hears a Who

waiting 2

She smiled at me, which shouldn’t have seemed odd, but it did. “Hello”, she said with an overtly joyful voice. “Good morning” I responded. “Isn’t it a beautiful day” she said, “I love summer days like this, it brightens up the whole prospect of our daily journey”. Strange I thought, she doesn’t look or act likes a zombie, yet the weather conversation? Something’s not right here. “Yes”, said I with a certain non-comitial response, “summer days are nice”.  “I’m sorry”, I continued, “I seem to have forgotten your name”. “Oh, silly”, she responded, “that’s because we haven’t meet yet. My Name is Heather, and your name is”? She inquisitively questioned. “X, my names X”, as I quickly delved for more information, “and what do you do here Heather? I normally would know of a new employee coming on board in this department, especially one as lovely as yourself, why hasn’t our paths crossed”? as the old whore in me came out. “X”? She said furloughing her brow. “Oh, Mr X” she continued with a glint of recognition of my name. “I work for the consultants group”, now with an adversarial tone in her voice, “I am a part of the pre-screening team assigned to the new efficiency project”. “Oh, LEAN, I heard you would be about", I responded.

 

The scampering, first you hear their scampering. Light patter that stands out from the white noise of existence and the sound of your tears dropping onto dirt. Then you see one, it’s face peering down at you in the hole and sniffing the air, only to disappear as quickly as it arrived. All the while, the scampering increases. There must be hundreds of them out there, building up their numbers, increasing their presence. Just waiting in the background to befall you and strip your limbs bare. There is nowhere to run, and no one to listen to your screams. Inevitability weighs heavily on you, and you feel like just another piece of cheese. For here comes the rats.

waiting room

How do you dig yourself out of a hole? Sitting at the bottom, looking up the steep vertical sides to the small area of light at the top where the sky once stood. One begins to realize that maybe you were a little over zealot in your singular focus on digging. That your grand effort to find a solution possibly may have taken you too deep. That your choice in a shovel, might have been the wrong tool for the problem at hand. And it starts to become hard to breath, there seems to be no oxygen left. Your eyes squint to recognize the light and your aching sweating limbs begin to feel the walls closing in. Your blistered hand, unable to grasp the shovel anymore cannot help the tears from rolling out of your eyes sockets. Through rock and earth and grave you have dug, believing that was the direction to your salvation. Only to find that the dark solitude, the pit of your existence, was your own well intended efforts. The mistakes I have made are but pail ghosts to the reality of this situation. Painfully obvious, now standing at the bottom, that your efforts were for naught. Misguided, stupid, wrong screams the earthen crypt and you have nothing better to do but await for the rats.

tab

I have aced the first two classes, yet the sun doesn’t shine. I come to this lost world with an inclining of what might have been, only to find a desert lost in an oasis of all things. Seeking relief from the stifling humidity of the crying air, I hope that this dryness will stop me from hacking my brains out. At least I left the machete at home. Maybe I can find a sweet cosplay girl. Is that really your blue hair? Nice horns, Shiklah? Yet, like the lack of shade I get no offers. “Getting by, is the new Good”, my mantra, slithers out from the hot dry sand, a poisonous serpent that hisses at my face and claws at my eyes. And in the dark the sand fleas parasitically suck off my weathered skin, taking what is left of my blood, leaving me a pale white walker wandering across this wilderness. Can I use anymore nerdy references? Should I bring out the geek in me? “Do I dare to eat a peach?” “I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each”.  So what exactly am I whining about now? What would it be like to feel empowered? To have some control over ones destiny? Could I still be whining about that same ‘ol shit, really? One would think that I might have learned. Hi, yea I’m getting…b…GOOD, I’m Good. Yea, Good, how about you? Hey, if you just open it in another tab, then you will have both of them right there. You won’t have to use the back arrow.

 

Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;

At times, indeed, almost ridiculous-

Almost, at times, the fool.

T.S.Elliot

...uh..

My brain is nothing but mush. Gelatinous lard that just weightily lays there. Small waves of motion slowly move thru the mass as the sounds of the voices, the screams, the sirens and alarms ripple like spastic jello dampened reverb within. And there are no words to describe the semi-solid presence and apathetic nature of nothing. Yet still it exists, and a brain is a brain. I scoop it up off the night stand and drop it back into my scull. The soggy squishy sound it makes as it gloops into the void makes me want to puke. Ah, ready for another day. Wandering thru the fog, from obscure place to obscure time, I seek meaning in nothingness and can’t even gain amusement in the zen of it all. The halls are full of zombies, yet they too cannot stand the sight of my brain and stench of death that hangs upon me like an off color yellow paisley ascot under a white shirt. Here my days pass in a ie browser sort of way. Never quite realizing a given potential as the umbrella corp churns to destroy human kind. Dull is the color, the word, the meaning and zombie just want to talk about the weather.


my heart wants a transplant because it thinks I’m nuts, my logic wont open and my eyes wont shut. –Ian Hunter

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.....

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

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



i just want to cry

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.

hanging myself

Arrg…I’ve missed so much. Almost could be the mantra of my life.



I was outraged at the push back from that stupid overhyped testosterone bowl and the Coca Cola ad, SERIOUSLY…not in english???. But did I write anything? I’ve once again been insulted by the right wing neo-Nazi tea partying Republican assholes and their blatant celebrated ignorance of EVERYTHING these days. But did I write anything? And now, the Olympics…there is just so much there, so much. You know, the Olympics, the world games where nation come together in peace and harmony to compete in sportsmen like ways and reaffirm the strength, glory and commonality of us as the human race….Yea right! Not in the God Blessed United States……WHAT’S THE METAL COUNT!!! GOLD, GOLD, GOLD BABY!!FUCK YOU, YOU SUCK!!! WE WIN YOU FUCKING LOSERS!!! YOU CHEATERS!!! TRASH YOU!!! USA!!! USA!!! USA!!!....someone shoot me now…..but how much have I written??






Anyway, I do have an excuse, feeble albeit. Started back to school, I thought it would be a good move both personally and career wise. I’ve been accepted into an MBA program. Now I spend that little available free time writing about what’s good for business, and organizational leadership. I thought that personally, this would make me feel more empowered, it hasn't. Some nghts, I get this really sick feeling that I made a big mistake. Now I am becoming one of them…………….

Twenty fourteen

So it’s the New Year. This is going to be your year! It’s YOU time, and you go, you. You are going to win this year. Nothing can stand in your way.

Well, what have you done?  That winning thing must be going well. How’s those resolutions coming? Are you feeling improved? Exercising and losing weight daily? Cut down on your drinking? No chocolate, good for you!  Optimistic and happy, it’s a bright sunny full of hope New Year, and the nights will never be dark again. 2014....yea…happy dance…

Guess that resolution about being sarcastic didn’t work out for me, oh well. Maybe I should just shut the fuck up.

tis the season

He’s making a list and checking it twice”……..

·         Objectives

·         to do

·         gifts to buy

·         bucket

·         grocery

·         New Year’s resolutions

·         to call

·         Craigs

·         Goals

·         favorites

·         mailing

·         Angie’s

·         tasks 

·         top ten

·         pros

·         cons

Life is controlled by bullets, and not always the .221 variety. Shit, my “To Do” has gone all Armalite assault on my “Goals”. Damn, so much for those.

Just black dots in front of my eyes, I think it’s some sort of disease. Born out of stagnant water, dead animals, and feces. Spread by larva infestation. Eternally growing and mutating, never to be completed, never to see the light, never. I sit here as if not in awe, and add another stone to the tomb.

Maybe I can skip all those, and go right to…”who’s naughty”

hungry game

Gluttony used to be one of the “Deadly Sins”, now just a way of life. I need that new item, I’m hungry to consume more than I need. I need new, new, new, more, more, more.

And at that exact moment, who would have thought, that the holidays would appear.

Christmas has become such a greedy glutton that it has now eaten Thanksgiving. No longer a “day to give thanks” (I mean after all, this is America. How many of you actually have things to give thanks for? I mean outside the 1%ers) but to be used as an excuse for H O L I D A Y   S A L E S. Get a jump on BLACK FRIDAY and shop early!!! Forget your pathetic existence and spend, spend, spend, buy, buy, buy. All your greedy self-centered love ones need the Perfect Gift, just for them. Look!! The new iFad, wouldn’t little Suzy just love that!

They actually started putting Christmas items out in the stores around here the day after Halloween. Now that it has become socially acceptable that there is no “Thanksgiving”, per say, it is only a matter of time before Christmas in it’s gluttony eats Halloween. Well, probably not Halloween itself, that has become too much of an adult party letting event. Kinda like the purge. An evening to let your demons out in glorious evil delight. But Christmas would certainly eat the day after Halloween. Mark my words, soon to become the NEW Black Friday. But we need a catchy, marketable name. Maybe “All Saints Day Sales”? …oh… or “All Saints Day Savings”(Trade Marked!)

Oh, man, what to do, what ever to do. Hey! If you are looking to get me the “Perfect Gift”, how about a gun with 1 bullet. I’m really hungry.

Not wanted

The office windows across the street stare blankly at me. Black with the reflections of my building’s façade.

It was 15 degrees this morning. Is that why I saw you shiver asked Mother. No, the inner circles are quite warm thanks to you diligence with brimstone, I replied. Well, don’t get use to it, quipped mother. Today I have invested in a new series of initiative consolidations. Therefore creating an Intrinsic Knowledge Service division. I have determined that you will now be a minor addition to that team, …

No seriously. I’ve just been dumped to a whole other department. My last director lasted 6 weeks. I can’t even make light of this. This is the 7^th director I have had in 2 years. I’ve been dumped here so often I’m beginning to feel like a boyfriend of Taylor Swift. I wonder if someone will write a song about me?  

where are all the flowers

Sitting amongst the frozen leaves, I try to think of a time when I wasn’t always…. Wondering where the dreams have gone. It is by late that I come to this place, forgetting all but the simplest realities. The fever has broken and I miss it’s spinning head intensity. Direction, I seem to have lost my direction. Where’s my mapquest app? Where was I going with all of this? I remember a time when I loved the New England Autumn. The leaves changing, the intensity of color. Now but only a precursor to frozen lands and snow covered streets. The leaves are nothing but yard work, a burden. Task that I am too far behind on, and still they fall.  Everything drops from the sky as it turns that deeper winter blue. There is a persistence chill in the air while darkness creeps up early on us. The evenings are full of wood stove heat. All the world is on fire, yet you don’t bring me flowers, and just leaf thru my existence.