10.20.2002
i put in 47 hours this week.
i am a slave.
and i really hate the fact that i am feeling slight inklings of contentment.
or something like it....
maybe helpless....
i just am annoyed at the fact that i don't have any real meaningful conversations at work. and i wonder if my coworkers have some hidden depth that they never display during "business hours"...
i start to believe that i am the only one trying to find some sort of underlying connection. something beyond talk of the fucking weather...
i fear the average persons unwavering conformity
i fear ‘nutraceuticals’ and ‘biopharmaceuticals’
i fear the thought police.
i am afraid of americans
culture jam
i am a slave.
and i really hate the fact that i am feeling slight inklings of contentment.
or something like it....
maybe helpless....
i just am annoyed at the fact that i don't have any real meaningful conversations at work. and i wonder if my coworkers have some hidden depth that they never display during "business hours"...
i start to believe that i am the only one trying to find some sort of underlying connection. something beyond talk of the fucking weather...
i fear the average persons unwavering conformity
i fear ‘nutraceuticals’ and ‘biopharmaceuticals’
i fear the thought police.
i am afraid of americans
culture jam
< 03:07 >< /~ chad >
