Thursday, November 24, 2005
Some people cannot tell when some people are full of shit.
There is one guy I know, he drives hookers for a job, can never say anything of any value, because, he is so full off shit.
He is a constant and pathological liar and has been one ever since I have known him.
To be honest, I don’t believe I can ever remember him saying anything that was remotely related to the truth.
More issues than French Vogue magazine! He is past redemption, and at this old age will probably never ever look at or solve what he is. I believe he will continue, bullshitting everybody for the rest of his life and not ask why or see what is he doing!
I pity him, so lost in his own egolessness. See last post: wakelessness.
This guy, when working very briefly, in a book shop, couldn’t put the pre release big books, with the pre release big books, or the standard retail small books with the standard retail small books and so they sacked him. Big is big, small is small, how hard can it be?
Then he sent in a resignation letter to management, post his sacking, dumping on every body else in the store for what they had never said or done, in a very Mark Latham-esque, only not so literate style full of childish and deeply bitter sentiments,
“I got you back! I got you back! Narr-narr, narr, narr, narr!”
He can’t even read anyway. and his writing is totally shite...
This guy burns every bridge he has ever walked over and so all he can do is walk around pretending he doesn’t care, (how else could you live with yourself) and so he can manage the responsibility of driving hookers to their callout work. The first job he's ever had for more then 2 weeks.
To think of the fools he initially sucks in?!!
Don't think I am dumping on stoopid people, more those that are stoopid and meddle, creating chaos and mayhem, everywhere they go, while enjoying it!
Underneath, I think they must be miserable.
“It is a madman who tries to reason with a madman.”
Comments made in this blog entry bare no semblance to any person either alive or dead but rather bares the semblance to the majority of those persons both alive and dead. The dead we can feel kind thoughts for, the alive we can ignore.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Welcome to the land of the wage slave.
“Girls just wanna have fun!”
I have some friends, who are Doctors. GP’s. Ooooo a capital letter occupation, society tells us we should respect our Doctors. I’m not sure why though, necessarily...
I find it funny how we give respect based purely on “occupation” and not what’s behind the “title.”
“What’s your complaint? Say “Arrrrgggh!” “Arrrrgh….”“Ooooo, young gall, you have very inflamed tonsils,
therefore you have a cold, here’s a prescription for
"Don’t try to read it!"Or “Your blood test says you have high cholesterol,
here’s a prescription, for…” ….whatever brings down cholesterol. .”(Look up the latest online…choose you pharmaceutical company…
the one with the best marketing….)Or “A sprained ankle, a fractured thumb, migraines, a blown
out anus thrombosis, just bend over, I think I’ll send you to the specialist for
that one. "“While I’d love to stick my finger up your butt, I do have other patients to
It’s seems funny to me how we give power to certain job descriptions. Just because they are particular jobs, we believe what they say over people in other occupations. Everybody has something to offer, I had always thought. There is a hierarchy of responsibility and therefore consequence, in life’s occupations, but there is little understanding or governance of who or why or what is really happening in this job, by this worker. I mean, how do we see into and behind the title, the facade.
"Fake it, till ya make it!"
challenge, you can shop around for a diagnosis. You can also shop around and get
different and contrasting legal opinions! Is there a better solution? Everything
come down to a matter of interpretation. But this is what it says in the big
medical book…. And so life goes around…
“Nothing is right or wrong, but thinkin' makes it so.”
Willie Shake the Sphere.
I’m blathering, don’t worry about that…. I was up at 3 last night sending an email to a friend who loves animals so much more then people, she works with animals too, everyday….
“Animals are as charming and rare in this city as people with
real feelings. People who still bother to be able to express them as an adult,
are like gold in this city, yes, I am blathering, sleep writing, in my
wakelessness…"Like I am caught in a Dali painting, verging between awake
and sleep… wakelessness…”
Wakelessness- just made up right now, artistic, psychology. The
condition of being awake while being asleep. Simile: The mental state the late
painter Salvador Dali (1904-1989) who would utilize this in attempting to
capture his inner most dream images in his oil paintings. He would place a heavy
silver spoon on his knee, and when he would sleep at his easel sitting on a
stool, the spoon would drop to the ground waking him up and so he could continue
to paint in this, “Hypnotic state”, caught between awake and sleep.