The greatest news of today is that ActivePerl has finally arrived on the shores of Mac OS X. A dream coming true when another one comes false. I'll have to dress like a bastard in order to work. I met a man, at the airport, he was a prophet.
We all have a Jihad. I may be the tales of a prophet, the followers of book or the shapes and shades of a flower. I am into the information Jihad. Media-terrorism. Why dream of a semantic web when most of them don't give a shit about the semantic of web ? Use strict and warnings. I'm famous to my extent and i'll turn rich to their expense. What left of my dreams ?
Laughing really hard and my head really haches. Today is the last of the semester. LCD 20' will be exchanged, Nec class guarantee. There'll be bottles of champagne and Keskir. Celeste and Edgar are growing up so fast and i'm growing old too. My hair is grey but i shaved my face for the first time in years. Kingdom was blind.
Tricky kid, rich and famous, rich man's son, pure semantics. Style. Marja is more superb than ever. I am too shy to really show her my interest but she's the Cabinet's mental candy, watch your teeth, hijack the wire, xml injection, rss undercover federate, bless code, intervention below the mountains are red, seminal work, position taken but be firm on the monetary grounds. I lost my plot in el Secundo.
I need mo'sound, rich and famous with my ATI Remote Wonder II, 'll buy more decibels, soundsystemism. Norway. I need decision on keynotes. Money'll drive them sad. I fell for Marja.
Modelman tried to ring me. I ping and net send a master. Narrowcasting. Pod and book and enough by now. Shamanism is the direction. Benway has a clear view of what could be my simple life. He's such a prophet. I'd like to give him something back. The temperature in Paris is rising fast. Thiago didn't warn me. Sweating in the subway. I must look like a bastard. Faraway, so close, high numbers, persistent rumors. Being scared of commitment.
The latest Brian Eno album really moved me, i almost cried. This is so good i've bough the CD but the problem is that thus i also feed the record company and Amazon. I'll always walk alone. The prophet told me that this love would make me sick. I'll need someone. Should i comply ?
I fell and i fall. The guessing game is other, i'm not on the list, she's history. Brian Eno is greater than ever, so good that i might induce a doubt about the pointlessness of growing old. There's such a void in my life that i don't mind going to work as it is still an internship. Caught between lust of ice and lush of desire, i retrieve data and make another back-up. Dismiss. They don't care, nor do i. I split the profit between the Jihad and my solitude. I'll cry my revenge, hijack the kitchen and rest at war. Gone with the sorrows, no more shall i lust, no more shall i dust. The soundtrack is obvious, those of sick and rich, another stone in my garden, a landmark, a pledge, a narrow.
A job won't come free, I do have many options, they'll wreck the floor, ask their fingers, turn to god and ask about the kingdom. Mails don't arrive, the feed is partial, the cell ends up on a machine, i don't care. When you think it's over, there's more to come. The joke about web semantics before semantic webs seems to have found a target. They'll decide, i'll abide.
I'll cook it in my fridge, destroy back the bridges, let them what i'm not after, rest the kingdom apart later. I never was but tried to be, i didn't want but they want me to deal with. Bring in another prejudice, if i fall i'll never stand up front, took years to reconstruct, even the Jihad can be apart, what am i talking about ?
I never was free. In the slow wake of massive deep doubt, the music is mute inside of me. Let there be silence. I shall nor regret. I must be the first convinced of my weakness and not try to enforce someone else's schema. I don't want that kind of kingdom, that would be fake splurge and insult and missrespectfull. The nihil inside of me, thou shall not be. My mother told me to talk to Benway and next thing i have is an apointment with me but that's two days later and struggle is now.
One master in the art of convincing led me to believe that the plot could be twisted and the former power model challenged. Christ, i'm bored. Money can't buy, physics can't hide, heart can't divide, mind can't resolve. Twinhead is not enough, that'll take double cores. I don't want a victim but i need one. Theses days have proved at least how weak i still am. I won't be able to handle the money as Benway told me to. XML turns me on and the weather turns me hot. Sex is banned. Escapade.
If i could stand outside myself and watch it come to me. I don't give a shit about maths. The art of deception, a country that wants your childrens to be soldiers or cops rather than teachers or researchers. Good wicked shit by Thievery Corporation at Elysee Montmartre. New tasks, new role, new room. Shut down and ride where no men should go.
Stand clear besides the ocean. Caught between my grand-father's paradigm and my psycho echo. So much more money. I've lost the chemistry. So many people around me are conservative it feels like i should start my social life anew. I am into changing things, improving the situation, the jihad for the future.
Rip, encode and spread. Adult kicks are out of scope. Thoses costumes were a waste of money. Splurge life. I shall rather be studying but they want productive masses. I may have found a backdoor in that server. Piotr is brutal. Logs are fat. I am alone in the crowd.
