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damn... my train of thought is like a derailed freight. not dissimilar from the behaviour of the ones-and-zeros careening with reckless abandon through this runaway system. it sure didn't help having a lengthy reminiscence disappear into the ether, last night. inexorably, the foundation under this technological publishing monstrosity is becoming a little porous... not only technologically, but on a personal level. amazingly, it's making home look pretty good, these days. scowls as far as the eye can see... especially from the salaried Chosen Few. wanting results despite the imminent collapse of the servers, yet again. the IT nerd, feeling the pressure while Rome burns, making snide comments that his fists could never back up. those of us left from the last purge (to increase profits, ya know)... well, it is we who see the humor. can't squeeze blood out of a stone. all the while, the system diesels ahead like the SouthernCrescent. obviously, i can't write and work at the same time... neither has my ass stayed in contact with this seat for longer than ten minutes at a stretch. gotta abort... because if i write one more clich�, i may have to take myself out. |
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