Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Today l have to terminate a recruit. I have to find someone willing to take over the his function in order to minimise the disruption to corporate politics. I have an inside view on how small manipulations operate in the exercise of power. I don’t mind such terminations, as the scenario itself has caught my imagination. In a few minutes I will make the call.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
It continues... Electrician disconnects my hard wires till gas takes effect. I am made exactly in reverse for a whole afternoon, until he discovers why. Installer regulates the right amount of simple answers, until I am too late to save my Replacement. Outside is going to hell. Then Friday I am informed upon and duly listed. The same day I am supplied with the box and its showroom, and told it is important to try myself out. I aim to do that tomorrow if I am able.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
The first thing you need to know about me is that I remember how strange it was to first look upon the developmental cognitive process as a necessary process, which is both humane and psychic in its mildest forms, but, via dissociation or via overt inclusion, can be some kind of daydream, within which the daydreamer lives as if inside a book, or a motion-picture, or some other site of concentration, where the body's signals become wholly orientated towards a hunger for imagination at all costs, or within which any hitherto accepted capabilities cease to make connections, or within which thought itself is replaced, a fortiori, by an undeveloped intuition.
Gyromanc circumferenc perimeter. I am with the letters of the alphabet. I am inferred across a circle’s edge, intelligible to the now thronging Intervened.
Monday, May 17, 2010
It is negativity.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
We are some eviscerated right-wing, of unGeni, histo-pampered, insulated from the world and its problems. We accurate as flesh crawl scum from money. We have and will always have, shoving it in faces. Poor prepare... we despise. So delicious. You are such a turn on.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Thoughts after a week or so here... and after many critical messages. I have energy only for the broadest of points and counter-argument, sorry.
I suppose, in your terms, I am somewhat dubious of character; as I tend to believe less in the efficacy of commitment and formal involvement; preferring, in contrast, more profane relations predicated upon, say, spirited inappropriation and concerned misrememberings. These define my own collection, at any rate; and fortune favours me either way. That, really, is all I know. Meanwhile, there is your world of disrepair and intractable irreplacement: withering approximations, imprecisely soiled by the slut whose boots you tend with your tongue. You are a factor of one. You are all holes. I currently own nothing similar, and I am not seeking to change that situation.
I'm only cataloguing my happy man.