on obtaining a note from your corporate love machine
By apophenia
when this corporate-type handmade bludgeon of a weasel man does the usual,
flips a
hand-scratch note of utter dis-importance (hidden in scribbled nonchalance),
this, this is a
common practice. my first was fuscia pink, a bright colorful corporate
stop sign, stop light
flashing as you realize, "hey, I was supposed to maybe do something back
there ..." that
cold swell of fear in stomach and slow trachea gulp
why am i supposed to talk to you? this is pre-designed composition death,
and i am not a
part of the de-humanization synthesis ... i'd rather be silent or scream
or tell you all the
things that should be said and would be said and i will say, that will
further nail my
corporate ideation of success to a smooth, slick expensive coffin texture.
they call it a
receptacle so it has no meaning passed generic encasement of a thing, a
general "no
offense" meaning (less), doesn't sound as bad, and is equal in its "no
after affects" status ...
fuck this bureaucratic talk, death to babies is not "unfortunate casualties
or circumstance,"
is not "the drawback negative number" the other side of the fucking Roman
swinging coin
pendulum ... you are not ceasar and we are not the barbarians of britannia
and gaul
however much we'd like to have their freedom in ship skin.
yeah, think free, accept less ... darts are no longer thoughts and thoughts
are no longer
freedom because they have no feathered wings to tar anymore ... they killed
all the birds ...
or at least cut off their wings and made them kiwi or at least plucked
all their feathers to
disguise them as mcdonald's chicken
mother: is that who you are, a fetal remnant?
me: not anymore ...
mother: so what are you now?
me: a bird ...
mother: what kind of bird?
me: a rare bird ...
mother: did you know i ran into a bird?
me: oh?
mother: yes, and severed its head. all the kids at west call me the bird
killer.
and so it goes on ...
Comments on "on obtaining a note from your corporate love machine"
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On Monday, December 24, 2012, FearlessDragon
(138) wrote:
The beginning lines reminded me of the scene in fight club where his boss gives him crap about a piece of paper describing fight club and his response just rants about a crazed employee stalking cubicles with a high carbine automatic rifle... This whole thing is genius! Needs a few more reads!
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On Wednesday, March 23, 2011, N3ll
(11) wrote:
had to come back and reread this once again. absolutely love it=) -nell
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A former member wrote:
damn wow this is fucking great i havent seen anything this good in a really long time i am glad i found this
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A former member wrote:
the rarest of birds are kept in cages, and oggled at by children with sticky hands. Love the way they point and stare, but don't get too close to the chicken wire...it's electric.crush.
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On Tuesday, February 17, 2004, flying_fox
(573) wrote:
jeeeeesus. the last stanza comes out like a slap across the face. Gave me shivers. FF
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On Thursday, February 12, 2004, nell
(271) wrote:
i have a feeling that this contains alot more then i could see, if i am right in reading this than i agree with a wholeheart.
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On Thursday, February 12, 2004, Solace
(1069) wrote:
Fucking awesome...but then again you should already know that by know...I've often wished to be able to write like this, but we all have our own style...lets just say i sit in constant awe of yours...
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On Thursday, February 12, 2004, purr_verse
(1059) wrote:
fascinating, engulfing, brutal and powerful... vitriolic and chilling... and sharp... purr
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On Wednesday, February 11, 2004, capt_funguy
(778) wrote:
this is killing like a joke - a lesson in the past , and future ---- summed up in a mother's anecdote - quite heavy - fumguy