Timely ill decisions

So ... I have a maybe job offer this week for a local job. They might come close to my present salary or higher. Work today mentioned they were indeed interested in me being there and wanted to know what it would take to get me to move up there. hint, hint, hint ... $100 monthly? $1200 raise to ensure that I move up there...
interesting
also, the allusion to "faster" training and promotion

now, I'm in a pickle

happy to see you?

late night
old thing

impressionist art from a young guy

viola!

am I working?

T 4-10
W 2-10
R 5-close
F 2-10
S OFF
N 5-close
M 5-close

You know we'll have a good time then... +

+ "Cat's In the Cradle"

if going to hell ...

then I am not so worried... work was Hell, cold and served as revenge.

As far as 126 ... cold for they were saving on electricity and heat ... bitter cold, but a place to hang my hat, rest, shiver. Sleep, so denied, a terminally ill friend, sleep. I eluded to so much more ...
seductive introduction
erotic lyrics
would-be evil


dark,
cold, cold, cold

comfort finally
sleep no, but rest

Big Scrimpin' Baby!

Do you have any discounts?
What's on special?
How much is that?

It's like people going to Best Buy and bitching about the price. I was at Von Mar and was seeking a good buy.

Ha!

If you can't afford it, then you can't afford it. Don't insult yourself trying. Looking for pennies to buy an over-priced item, uh ... apart from gas, I think you should not do so.

Top that off with Gansta yo's and a broke down what-looks-car-shaped and no phone.

One other guy who comes in is a drug dealer, but isn't going to live long. He has blue tooth for his phone and almost no operational teeth. When making a purchase, he pulls out a folded wad of twenties, fifties, and hundreds. Ok. So you have money, but you don't want to be able to chew food. What the?

she said, "no"

An alcoholic mother a several was at work last night and said, "Well, I got drunk last night and woke up on some guy's sofa. He had my pants off and pulled out his thing. I said no." She repeated, "I said no", "I wanted to [do] him, I wanted to [engage in sexual activity] and it wasn't with [her live-in boyfriend with whom she shares two children of the seven they collectively have]."

Uh, ok. She's one of the several who pinch my butt. Last night she was rubbing my chest and nipples.
"Does that make you feel uncomfortable?"
"Yes. It makes me feel uncomfortable."
She didn't seem to stop.

It's better to walk around some crazy people, than to engage in long conversations.

Hmmm, they have lots of children how?

trying to hook me up

Well friends are great! They are trying to hook me up with a woman at work. Of all the photos they sent, perhaps this is the greatest one. If this is her kind of character ... her true self, hmmm
I'm intrigued.
Shy, not too shy, as I know my friends, but a real person.

Thanks guys!

126

A number I won't forget for a while...
room

dark
poor

cold



wonderful
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no explanations

Hats!

Yo! My hat be on d'side Ngr! Gotta git dat dope food, yo! How mutch, mann?
$27.50

All we got iz $24.

Yo. Go get sum mo' [from Mom outside sitting in the car who is paying for it]

Gansta G's from the Saxon variety -- whiter than snow and as stupid as "doh". Deh wuz spor'in dope hats yo ... on da side. Weez G's man

go gets da money from mom.


Ok, putz take your hootchee man, Squeaky T Mouse, score some sud (not bud) from Wal-Mart and home, G Man! Weez outta here -- peaz mudder ...

Dude, sshhh, you're mom's listenin'

Don't be disrespectin' less I put a slap on yo' azz, cuz I ain't allowed to have tobacco, let alone a gun
We be ridin' in the seven year-old ride wit dem tinted windows and the child's stickers on the window -- see?
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Some "wiggers" came in tonight fresh dope G style with hats tilted, held up their fourteen year-old rep until they had to get cash from good old mommy.

Mom ... yo bustin' me; better go make dat money!
Listen, Phillip Carlyle from the East Side of Santa Claus, Indiana, drop the dope, the rep, and the 'tude. The only part of hood you have is the hoodie I got from JCPenny that you never seem to wear.

Ah, Ma! You breakin' me ... I gots me a rep to keep.
Yeah, well, your Wii and XBox ain't gettin' used G Funny til you get your homework done. Dope enough?

Big Scrimpin'

police stop

I was talking with a friend and pulled into a gas station last night. I didn't want to pump gas and talk on the cell phone at the same time, so I stayed in the car and talked. I turned off the engine. Well, the attendant at the station apparently was wondering my plans.

I was talking away then saw a squad car behind me. I told my friend I had to go. I opened the door at the officer's request and told him directly that I didn't want to pump gas while talking on the phone.
5...4...3...2...1...
ok
And the officers turned around and returned to their cars. It was only then that I saw three cars there. The statement that they made to me was, "we wanted to make sure there wasn't anything wrong".

I thought second that the attendant likely thought I might be a robber, though robbers tend not to park so far away and turn off their engines.


I looked above me, the sky cover showed no stars, so I didn't figure I'd hear them, "we are definitely going to kill you, boy!" "Have you read the manual for this thing?"

Also, the FBI didn't get on the scene either.

I am such a pig

interview with potential

I will read more thoroughly the company, but I have an interview with them. I cannot find a salary as of yet. I'll continue to look. The good news is ... is in hometown!

Silence Fiction

It is not real
feelings false

Pink Floyd's lyrics echoing ... "is there anybody in there"
not high on drugs, yet a dangerous act

Shakespeare doesn't write it ... on my own accord disaster 2008
a whim ... a chance, reality it's not

I'm not lost, nor depressed, just want fantasy for a while, a taste
a woman wants me



me


me
I have a hard time saying no
dirty words, dirty acts ... I know her smell
she is ...
not mine

she cannot be

I cannot speak of any of it

I cannot tread on thee

cheapened ... cheated ... pleasurable regret


"slimy, mudhole, my home this"+


it is passion, without love

wedding vows with exceptions .... prenuptial agreement on the first incidental date

damn the torpedoes ... my soul already is

I cannot look, "the accusations fly"++

I make plans ... dare I do it?
"Things that make you go, hmmm"

I'm not lying that it's there, but must be hidden
on my end ... not sparks ... not pangs ... just "yes" liking the attention ... "she wants me"

me

I'm still stunned

+ "Empire Strikes Back
++ "Don't Stand So Close To Me" by the Police

Silent Non-fiction

I'm blind to many things, but not to weakness ... pain. Star Trek had a character known as an empath who took the misery and suffering (physical damage also) of others so that they could live. In a quick view on Google, there is such a term. Sadly, I don't subscribe to the concepts of psychics, so I am not ... an empath.

I am, however, suffering under hero complex, trying to help many -- even those unwilling to help themselves. No matter how cavalier that might be -- it would be to my own death I would go, were I to brave others' demons, knightly as Sir Drinksalot or Sir Notdealinginreality.

In my mind, I house the multitude of sufferings of others that they have confided in me. I take in their stories ... sufferings, and am the repository. Loss, pain, suffering, regret ... all mine now. I am a good listener and am not too far off base when "sensing" someone carrying pain yet undisclosed.

I have my own history of vile, but it is the suffering of others that I carry like Marley's chains. I see good in people, but too often pain is more visible. I am, regrettably a negative person, for I carry more of it than positive. Rather than a sponge soaking up angst, I'd rather be a talented carpenter who repairs and restores.

I am enduring; a veteran boxer who takes a beating and gets up before the final count. I am happiest when I am able to bypass the traffic of downtown ... finding a route that, with observation, is pretty even if desolate -- missing people, plants ... still there is the son (sun).

I know that I do good for some. My only wish now is to have a job where I can assuredly pay my bills.

Others suffer ... I just get to hear ... watch, and as it is the past ... do nothing
they should seek help
they leave their luggage with me (baggage)
hopefully they get relief
if they are smart, they'll leave their baggage, remembering what it was, but not wanting it back
.....
I once wanted to be the weapon --- slaughterer, the beast, conqueror, Gozar, but that is the work of evil, of Satan
smiting with the failings of a human, passions of a mortal, blinded by selfishness clearly is not my purpose, my being

so ... my vision isn't clear on evil ... I can't find evil lurking in the shadows always

I can find pain

to console others

get them to work through their pain

grow

I exist for this

The work is long, hard, and grueling. Mike Rowe has dirty jobs, I have to worry about stains on my soul. God willing may I be but a catalyst to healing never losing myself

Bury his ...

Touch it! It has the power to heal!

Yet another person in the series of people to touch my butt. Is there a sign back there? Please touch my butt. Feel free to sexually harass me without worry of recourse.

I gotta get out of that place ...
if it's the last thing I ever do ...

Welcoming the oppressor

I need to shift this draw quick as fuck
Flip the cash and take my cut
It's really powerful, it's so strong
But I'm selling it fast and it's nearly all gone

I'll sell you the 9-bar or just the ounce
I'll sell you little bits or large amounts
Adam Hussain, remember me?
Selling draw from my Capri

Want some draw? With me you'll score
Cos I grows this shit out o' my nan's back door
Bongs big as, blow buckets,
I sell like ounces to schoolkids but I don't care, fuck it

Get it on tick, but make it quick
I just got a load of wicked Thai stick
Party's going down, I'll bring the brown
Tonight it's going off in Newport town

[Chorus]
I got 21 ounces of blow
I got 21 ounces of blow
So if you want some let me know, cos I really gotta go
I got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow

People watch me like Match of the Day
I've got a stack of weed like a bale of Hay
I drive my Capri like Colin Macrae
And I gotta drop some weed off in Alway

So, we need to find a way to keep these people uneducated and poor, politically inactive, and willing to kill each other. Rap and gangs have replaced the antiquated KKK as the moving body to keep the untouchables, untouchable. Way to go dummies! Oh, and the downed people should replace their god with the oppressor.

I broke a statement in two

"I don't", "I won't" buy a CD. Well, that is debunked. I bought a CD of music from my childhood. It had been only on LP. Who wants or has that? Childhood Christmas.

Thanks Walter Schumann and Chorus.

primate extinct?

Monkeyjack, long time blogger appears not in my listing. Monkeyjack was a unique species.

she's devine

devil garb, sailor vernacular, yet subtly sweet and gentle

She's quick, smart, daring, motivated

She's one you don't show mother, but the one to marry

A wrapped present with a noticeable haste -- wrapping looks rough, but the box itself, the package -- all what is inside, heartfelt and just what you need. I hope she finds life fulfilling and is wise enough to avoid disaster. I get a kick out of her. Her life, not enchanting, but she is ... enchanting.

Rose, nightshade, poisonous variety, but thorns aside, symbolic of ideal love. I'd like to see her life when I'm long since passed and she's lived a long and fruitful one. She's young, and has youthful passions and dreams.

C, you're great ... prosper!