you miss out

lately this place has been visited, yeah, someone, maybe you, stopped by here and maybe you even read the words... maybe you even left a comment and i didn't notice... but nobody read this one and because of that, it continues... and you miss out...

seriously now?

or seriously not, as in seriously, NOT! but fucking WHAT?!!?!! and really, now who takes any of this shit seriously, anyway... really?... no REALLY!! WHAT??!?!?!... it's all bullshit anyway, in case you were too stupid to realize the obvious... you can get fucking offended or shake your head pathetically with lame aspirsions boucing around between your ears (as if you had room for thinking at all) or you can get lost in mindless videos but the truth is (right, believe this) nothing is really as it seems, WHAT?!?!?... sappy pathetic fantasies as if you want to be with me or even ancient rhetoric, eros, saphos, pathos, ethos, or something like that... this?... WHAT?!?!?!... and in the end it all just may be relative opinions and complaints (or comments and complaints, depending on perspective)...

pause

i was distracted, maybe... i was complacent, maybe... i was apathetic, maybe... i was pretending it was all ok, maybe... distracted, complacent, apathetic, pretending, repetitious, redundant, superfluous, stupid... but nothing changed, did it?... what a waste...

and in the end

you became meaningless in your absence...

and this blog was dedicated to you.

anti-corp

maybe that is what all this blogging is about, the extreme antithesis of the corporate board room serious professional high risk of public exposure due to major secret privacy rules and laws and clearances and stuff i can only alude to cleverly and even this is beyond wise considering the dangers and losses that could be sustained if the secrets get out...

i am a rebel, after all...

and only you know...

sorta...

narf...

you listen well

and not at all.

not quite an artist's rendering

if you can tell me why it matters, i'd still ask you to prove it... if you could prove it to me, i'd be forever grateful...

time goes by so slowly

caged by an unchained melody, there is no escape from the dream of endless love without removing brain cells... there are just too many of them to do successful and permanent brain damage without performing extreme brain salad surgery... and even then, vegetative and seemingly unaware, the dream will haunt every breath you take, even if you never make another move, ever (lyrically speaking)...

if you understand anything

Understand this.

good

crucify the blogger

And they lived happily ever after, or so the pretense goes. With eyes closed they live, they work, they love (they say), and they pray - maybe never to know what they missed. So much life.

because

because I didn't have time, so I don't...
because I didn't, I didn't...
because I did somewhere,
but not here...