The month's internship is over. Rest for a few days. Done my best to increase dependency on my inside the Firm and show potential. Still, though, i don't have a clue about the future but right now, i feel quite collateral.
Got a twinhead GFX card, got a twinhead 20' LCD, got it all inside the lab, persocasting my desire. When it comes to broacasting my desire, here laid I a few pixels to see what happens. There are so many visitors to the images section of my website that i had to invest more. Pixels have an universal appeal. The investment was first laid in the volumes but I wanted more. I've further invested in the pixels, bringing semantics with a heavyweight process of having it all indexed. Now is payback time. I gave numbers and I received numbers, I gave semantics and now I receive semantics. Here's a few words from people using pixel's semantic locator.
I'll remember thoses days as the reading of Web standards solutions and my switch to XHTML 1.0. I won't recall the lack of desire, i won't recall the few of faith, i'll believe it was just another sequence in front of a bunch of Korean friendly people.
They pass me by, all seem tired and busy. I'm clear, rested and off charge. Duty is a different question. Slowing up. Blond othersider is not there today. Collateral fight club. Bombing gods, selective target, untracked citizen, holy faith, bengal and teatime, later on fire, sight to behold, never untold. XHTML 1.0 went over me, keeping the X for later process. The music sounds better alone, shuffling. The scope of the trombin, the scale of the bathroom, jack into the groove, 24 would have been boring without Oussama, defrag the landscape, hijack the nukes, duke fucks down, bob and johnny, apple or sony, quadrilateral, ether gas mask, nuclear freedom fighters, protesters with their feet, wishing sad fortune, defer segments, milita resumes to flesh, the mesh i trust, your friend, her lover, his junk dealer, serbo-facist agent, mole infiltrated red, white trash decadence, theresold of trust, provincial strangers, authority challenger, asking questions, warfaring christian, older passenger. War.
I started writing you an X which turned into a hook, i was trying to reach seldom and force you to look, what kind a wanker was i before i reached Islam Inc. and embraced the communist jihad. The ice-cream van was late but superb, clinical climax, collateral. Some alarms, blood and sweat, fears of void, nihilist spank agency, trade secrets of the index, backtrack spam and spoil, a country without oil, whisper in the attic, turns out to be strategic, paranoia endemic.
It ain't so much physical or chronological but moraly and psycho that i am tired. I really think i should quit INTD and never work back to the Cabinet. I may believe it came from you. I still belong to someone else. Synthesis and bibliography, can't make it, two months, half vacations, none of the ressources. I'd like a physical lobotomy. I surrender my IQ to the CO in HK.
The collateral and the christ model don't combine. Wishing more solitude. I tend to believe that the people are the problem but my concern shifts to organizations and papers. Nice snooker breaks, closer to real stats, decaying vision, i'll never be a lion. Kingdom will come when i'll be gone. Chile, simple life, perfect computers, sound and vision. Makes me want to write more. Koreans don't seem to give a shit about my words but they visit my pixels in huge proportions. May our gods bless them. Korea, Afghanistan, China, Iran, you are my shared interest friends.
Coffee, sugar, cigarettes, fish and chicken flesh, ... it doesn't go smoothly down the tubes. Transports cause problems that only Benway was able to handle. Big up to Benway, leader of the semantic psycho school, may social shine his path, we'll meet again, you'll never walk alone. Fixed income, social benefit from my mental illness. If it was today, I'd ask for the new drug, Aripriprazol over Zyprexa, to the State's expense, mutual slump, breaking the cell, server secure, a week's user's operative uptime. She speaks another language for semantics. She refuses to rack the table. She refuses to get more personal. She refuses to smile. She refuses to meet me. She sees through me. She's more of a concept than a single person. She would combine elements that would lead to love if it wasn't me. Love seeds no more. Ever. Alone. Forever, what does that mean ?
