Sunday, December 11, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
"...You All Read this Tome for different reasons...I'm asking more of you...sure as I know anything, I am to misbehave..."
12/8/2011
"...Let's be bad guys..."
Brick and mortar is dead.
The ways of the past are limiting. Still, the Ways are promoted, adhered to, and pushed down from the AllianceArchaic.
We who abide, sleep in the cubical that has become life. Suckling the metal teat, swallowing the dogma and false promise of a heartless Utopia. Blissful. One day, we wake up selling copiers.
Those of us who see, rile and squirm under the thumb. We are misunderstood chastised and subjugated. Seen as different, defiant.
Contrarian.
We who abide, sleep in the cubical that has become life. Suckling the metal teat, swallowing the dogma and false promise of a heartless Utopia. Blissful. One day, we wake up selling copiers.
Those of us who see, rile and squirm under the thumb. We are misunderstood chastised and subjugated. Seen as different, defiant.
Contrarian.
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