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jack_babalonDry eyes take in the codes and the fingers respond. Coffee burns down the esophagus, slight taste of metal lingers on the tongue. Rose before dawn. Beat the clock to consciousness. Restless on the pillow and anxious to meet the day for reasons my body did not make clear to my brain. Ah wait heres the memo posted to the back of the cerebral cortex.
Oi! Brain,
You've had me bottled up this whole entire weekend. It's great that yer gettin' your research & writtin' done, but I need to dance. I need to see the sun, stretch out the old legs and have a go with these muscles. Look it's like this mate, I need to be doing things when i'm up. I also need to be doing something in our bed besides sleeping as well, if you know what I mean-?. So i'm gonna turn over a new leaf, first thing tomorrow morning. I'm gonna get us up nice & early for some calisthenics. It'll do you some good as well, a little Oxygen pumping to that noggin of yers. Get us into work early while we're at it huh? In early, out early. Give you some time to do all that silly book readin' yer always goin' on about.
Trust me. You'll thank me for it later.
Your pal
The Body
What a complete Bastard!
So in for a penny in for a pound of flesh. I did some sit ups and curls in front of the NEWS. Too tired to follow the thread of narrative. A.D.D. it up! Everything seems jumbled: An angry mob in Tikrit wait outside a fortified sports arena, chanting simoultaneously for the blood & exoneration of Michael Jackson. Missing teenagers segue into earthquakes & roadside bombs. Strange death magick in the sand. Our American Adonis Brad Pitt is dismembered into 33 pieces, Angelina Jolie travels down into hell to retrieve the parts. She is Mama Ishtar and she wants her man damn it. Now someone is screaming about auto insurance. Now a pseudo Neuremberg Rally is being held for a soft drink! Switch the channel mid rep. Weather scan, ahhhhh a nice plain map of the United States. Patches of digital green spreading through the South East. I button up my shirt to flash flood warnings. I tie my shoes to the elevator muzak they play. I take my time, because the job will take plenty of it if I don't.
The blood is gone from the bus stop.
My daily qouta is made in two hours.
Sumnabolist(yes that's my new favorite word) autopilot engaged.
Oi! Brain,
You've had me bottled up this whole entire weekend. It's great that yer gettin' your research & writtin' done, but I need to dance. I need to see the sun, stretch out the old legs and have a go with these muscles. Look it's like this mate, I need to be doing things when i'm up. I also need to be doing something in our bed besides sleeping as well, if you know what I mean-?. So i'm gonna turn over a new leaf, first thing tomorrow morning. I'm gonna get us up nice & early for some calisthenics. It'll do you some good as well, a little Oxygen pumping to that noggin of yers. Get us into work early while we're at it huh? In early, out early. Give you some time to do all that silly book readin' yer always goin' on about.
Trust me. You'll thank me for it later.
Your pal
The Body
What a complete Bastard!
So in for a penny in for a pound of flesh. I did some sit ups and curls in front of the NEWS. Too tired to follow the thread of narrative. A.D.D. it up! Everything seems jumbled: An angry mob in Tikrit wait outside a fortified sports arena, chanting simoultaneously for the blood & exoneration of Michael Jackson. Missing teenagers segue into earthquakes & roadside bombs. Strange death magick in the sand. Our American Adonis Brad Pitt is dismembered into 33 pieces, Angelina Jolie travels down into hell to retrieve the parts. She is Mama Ishtar and she wants her man damn it. Now someone is screaming about auto insurance. Now a pseudo Neuremberg Rally is being held for a soft drink! Switch the channel mid rep. Weather scan, ahhhhh a nice plain map of the United States. Patches of digital green spreading through the South East. I button up my shirt to flash flood warnings. I tie my shoes to the elevator muzak they play. I take my time, because the job will take plenty of it if I don't.
The blood is gone from the bus stop.
My daily qouta is made in two hours.
Sumnabolist(yes that's my new favorite word) autopilot engaged.
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on 2005-06-14 09:11 pm (UTC)but the occasional graphics aren't worksafe.
it's their livejournal syndication.
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teledildonics... it's just fun to say!