InsaneJournal

       Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master and nobody had noticed. Still, I'm doing the little FAX thing. I write little HAIKU things and FAX them around to everyone. When I pass people in the hall at work, I get totally ZEN right in everyone's hostile little FACE.
Worker bees can leave
Even drones can fly away
The queen is their slave       You give up all your worldly possessions and your car and go live in a rented house in a toxic waste part of town where late at night you can hear Marla and Tyler in his room, calling each other human butt wipe.
       Take it, human butt wipe.
       Do it, butt wipe.
       Choke it down. Keep it down, baby.
      Just by contrast, this makes me the calm little center of the world.
      Me, with my punched-out eyes and dried blood in big black crusty stains on my pants, I'm saying HELLO to everybody at work. HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.
       Sigh.
pbsbyariel
spacemonkey: i want a trip to the salad bar and his malformed fetus inside me