That journal
Sun 23 jan, 01:41
Am I leaving my camp for the money ? I am trying to find a job
because right now it's peanuts and I would be better off with a
brainless job paying as much and taking less time. I want to go
back to London to get some wax and plastic, so hard to find in
here. Money would help but I already have plenty in a secret bank
account. My theory says that there's nothing wrong with having
money unless you don't spend it because in this case you're
cheating on the principle of redistribution. Investing is unfair
because you're using a weapon so many people can't afford. I
don't support consumerism and I don't give up the fight against
capitalism but people of the age of my parents had a chance to
blow the whole thing and they didn't act, and I don't feel
amongst my contemporaries a major trend to do it now. So this is
social democracy, the market with safeguards, fairness and
redistribution. Pure cofee needs water and sugar to make it
drinkable, even if you'd rather have tea. The wall was protecting
us, now we are free to infest their camp.
Tue 25 jan, 04:18
I'm sick and tired. This work is getting me nowhere, no
perspective, no relief, no gain, no respect. It's two week since
I have nothing to do or at least pretend to. Sathurday I'm
invited to a party but I'm scared to go there even if I have to.
I've been to one party last year but I was feeling alright at
that time, not good but better than now. I don't feel like
socializing, talking to people who don't give a damn and live in
another universe and who are for real. I've been disconnected for
three years now and I can't afford to dial anymore. It feels like
I've never known their protocol. I used to be a citizen, circa
Scott Walker. 21. When I was in university there were tons of
people saying me hello and enjoying talking to this beared long
haired sandals wearing in the winter guys that I was. Later it
reavealed to be all fake but it doesn't matter because I was a
citizen. Maybe should I leave to a third world country for the
rest of my life. Maybe I should stop. Back from the pharmacy with
my so expensive drugs I felt like being just another deficit well
to society. Up and down the blocks, I ask him what the matter
was. Back to the bench where you clothes were stolen. 21. 911.
21. I lost myself in the contemplation of numbers.
Thu 27 jan, 17:21
Always missunderstood. Always crashing in the same car.
Sun 30 jan, 02:36
Back from master Olivier's birthday party, sort of. A bunch of
citizens, no target, not me i guess. I've been doing calculations
on the way home, walking under the rain, almost warm air. My
solid guess was that the exact cape to my parent's place was
north west so my rule was to turn left then right and so on. That
rule took me to Place Clichy, 50 meters from the aim. Perl is
more suitable to the present me than parties. I shall notify my
policy but I have to find a way to meet her. I've got to tell you
something, I shaw in your eyes, I think I left your backseat.
That damn mp3.
Sun, 6, 17h55
Just played my two weekly snooker tables. One break of twelve
points with five balls.
Thu, 8, 18:12
Krogg is a
genius.
Wed, 9, 3:15
My head is deep into perl, one word, Yummy !
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