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preoQpydDlusion
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so u wake me up on my first day off.
u say "yeah A told me that u might need a wake up call."
"well, yesterday was my last day so i dont know what ur talkin about..."
"well head up here and we'll talk about it"
i show up and stand around staring at u, waiting for u to tell me whats up.
today is saturday, i put my two-week in two fridays ago and u stair at me expecting me to scrub ur filthy dishes.
out of nothing but pity i scrub the piles of pots and pans, but after an hour or two i have shit to do. im not sticking around all night.
of course ur not going to stand for this. of course u are going to attack me and expect me to play cinderella a few more days because everybody else has quit too.
of course i expected this and of course i smile in ur face and say "sorry its gotta end like this. see u next friday for my check."
i punch out over where i originally punched in. tonights on me.
of course when i show up the following friday u run away as soon as u see me. i catch up to u and u look me right in the eye, u kno im here i'll let u be until u find a moment to give me my money.
of course one of the waitresses is the one to tell me paydays sunday now after i sit patiently for a solid 15 minutes.
see, ur in a bad position, i aint blind. ur wife is a bitch and im sorry. the fact that shes also ur business partner must be straining. the fact that shes pregnant and does nothing but scream obscenities at ur employees and customers cant be fun for u at all.
but expecting me to work this shit job two days more than i need to... thats plain stupid. and no, its not my responsibility to talk to u a week in advance about not wanting to work these days. its ur responsibility to not pull stupid shit like this and just hope everythings gonna run smooth.
so i show up sunday. of course my check isnt waiting for me. of course the wench tells me that i'll have to wait thru the entire dinner rush to receive my money. of course everything escalates to the point where ur spewing hateful bullshit while im staring down at u with a playful smirk on my face.
i fucked u over?
i made a pregnant woman scrub dishes saturday?
u say i have no goals because i dont want to do this shit anymore?
my car crash was an act of karma?
u say im a punk?
im told to wait outside the restaurant for my check. of course i oblige. u step outside, threatening me while shaking a finger, doing a damn good impression of ur wife (she's gonna make a man out of u yet). u try to throw the check at me
) come on man, u cant thro a piece of flat paper, it just doesnt work 
)
"ey have a nice night B, i mean it"
u say "yeah A told me that u might need a wake up call."
"well, yesterday was my last day so i dont know what ur talkin about..."
"well head up here and we'll talk about it"
i show up and stand around staring at u, waiting for u to tell me whats up.
today is saturday, i put my two-week in two fridays ago and u stair at me expecting me to scrub ur filthy dishes.
out of nothing but pity i scrub the piles of pots and pans, but after an hour or two i have shit to do. im not sticking around all night.
of course ur not going to stand for this. of course u are going to attack me and expect me to play cinderella a few more days because everybody else has quit too.
of course i expected this and of course i smile in ur face and say "sorry its gotta end like this. see u next friday for my check."
i punch out over where i originally punched in. tonights on me.
of course when i show up the following friday u run away as soon as u see me. i catch up to u and u look me right in the eye, u kno im here i'll let u be until u find a moment to give me my money.
of course one of the waitresses is the one to tell me paydays sunday now after i sit patiently for a solid 15 minutes.
see, ur in a bad position, i aint blind. ur wife is a bitch and im sorry. the fact that shes also ur business partner must be straining. the fact that shes pregnant and does nothing but scream obscenities at ur employees and customers cant be fun for u at all.
but expecting me to work this shit job two days more than i need to... thats plain stupid. and no, its not my responsibility to talk to u a week in advance about not wanting to work these days. its ur responsibility to not pull stupid shit like this and just hope everythings gonna run smooth.
so i show up sunday. of course my check isnt waiting for me. of course the wench tells me that i'll have to wait thru the entire dinner rush to receive my money. of course everything escalates to the point where ur spewing hateful bullshit while im staring down at u with a playful smirk on my face.
i fucked u over?
i made a pregnant woman scrub dishes saturday?
u say i have no goals because i dont want to do this shit anymore?
my car crash was an act of karma?
u say im a punk?
im told to wait outside the restaurant for my check. of course i oblige. u step outside, threatening me while shaking a finger, doing a damn good impression of ur wife (she's gonna make a man out of u yet). u try to throw the check at me
) come on man, u cant thro a piece of flat paper, it just doesnt work )"ey have a nice night B, i mean it"
Reprogammed
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This is one I wrote (when I was freelance) for a prologue of a friends book[oh, and this is copyrighted by publishing laws]:
A Warning and A Hope
"We manipulated the atom, that which breathes life into the abyss, and shaped it to every contour of our ill wills. In hazes and clouds we scattered cities to the winds, and brothers to the flame. We brought fission to the dormant, and with it wrought pure destruction. While crumbled spires glowed green under a dusty moon, we arrogantly sat upon cushioned thrones and declared victory while sipping from our golden chalices and eating from our silver plates. We did not, in truth, claim victory over others, but over nature itself. We terrifingly create mechanized versions in the image of what we deem the greatest design on Earth, our design, God's design. We now hold the power of God in our hands: the power to both create and destroy life. We are as harvesters with red-lined sickles, forever hacking away at that which seemingly binds us to our foolishness. With every bit of technology clamoring to lay siege to its predecessor, we climb the black stone steps of the Tower of Babel. With every panting breath and roughened step, we pitifully inch up the ladder which we created in an attempt to see the face of the Divine. We crawl down the Left Hand Path forevermore in our attempts to find out if our mud-caked feet and our grey tinted eyes were worth it. We wish to know that our pathetic scramble for the End Days wasn't all for naught, that the tears of our children and the rivers of lead intwined with blood were not spent in vain. We are our own folly, our own irony by definition; in our quest for the betterment of Gaia and humankind alike, we broke every Seal and every commandment with our serpent words and our secret jihads. Let us as brothers and sisters pray we never reach the pinnacle of the Tower, that we never must reap what we sow. As undeserving as we are, let us cling to this Earth and spread our venemous veins to others; let us conquer this land and its scattered stars alike. Never let go of our pride, my branched out cousins who sprang forth from the same loins as I. Filthy as we are, let us spread our word to the heavens to show that God's bastard children have risen to his divine seat and laughed in his face of hypocrisy.
Long live man, for his intelligence and his ingenuity are both his undoing and his ascension."
Long live man, for his intelligence and his ingenuity are both his undoing and his ascension."
midgradeindasouth
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Aye, Reprogramed was that freestyle writing?
reread the black text...
Nice
reread the black text...
Nice
Reprogammed
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Yeah. I just sat down at a computer and typed it out. 10 mins. later I was looking at that right there.
Thanks for the compliments.
Thanks for the compliments.