Thursday, April 14, 2005
Dear Zarathustra,
The ides of new day are upon me. And yes, the summons to Bulfinchs Age of Fable or Beauties of Mythology, careen the cerebral Laxmi to lift up from a blanket of coins and strike fast at the serpentine channels lodged deep within the uncharted harbors of my mind. What should awaken are but the precepts to a vaulted, and oddly disfigured lotus eater; whos eyes scorch the marble clouds of heaven and burden the flowers of this earth with the poisoned raptures of the blackest psalm.
It is here that I take up arms, and seek to disembowel the tenants of this cannibal. Does it not surprise you to know that I pause with the misfortune of an obese elephant buried in an eel filled hole; or seek to throw a spark upon the fuselage of this odd Carnival, revolving within the citadel of melancholic and unearthly lights! But as it were, my broken sparrow of a heart beats with a rapid irregularity that punctuates as a lightning rod bursting into the dusty cleft of her ribs. I want to unpeel the hibiscus rose of adoration and placate the assassination, but, being raised by the governess of an unforgiving storm, appellations of fire, the finger of god as it were; has, deemed the sad slaughter today of such an owl!
Forgive me.
RE: Signing the Dissolution Papers.
~S~
Dear Zarathustra,
The ides of new day are upon me. And yes, the summons to Bulfinchs Age of Fable or Beauties of Mythology, careen the cerebral Laxmi to lift up from a blanket of coins and strike fast at the serpentine channels lodged deep within the uncharted harbors of my mind. What should awaken are but the precepts to a vaulted, and oddly disfigured lotus eater; whos eyes scorch the marble clouds of heaven and burden the flowers of this earth with the poisoned raptures of the blackest psalm.
It is here that I take up arms, and seek to disembowel the tenants of this cannibal. Does it not surprise you to know that I pause with the misfortune of an obese elephant buried in an eel filled hole; or seek to throw a spark upon the fuselage of this odd Carnival, revolving within the citadel of melancholic and unearthly lights! But as it were, my broken sparrow of a heart beats with a rapid irregularity that punctuates as a lightning rod bursting into the dusty cleft of her ribs. I want to unpeel the hibiscus rose of adoration and placate the assassination, but, being raised by the governess of an unforgiving storm, appellations of fire, the finger of god as it were; has, deemed the sad slaughter today of such an owl!
Forgive me.
RE: Signing the Dissolution Papers.
~S~
Signing the Dissolution Papers??
What makes me depressed about my job... It's a slow time for my company right now. When I have time to just sit and think and read CNN.com 10,000 times, I start realizing how I'm not doing whatever it is that I'm supposed to be doing. Not sure yet what that is. It is just this tiny glimmer of a thought, and I'm trying to claw my way toward it. I know what I like: reading, art, fashion, being in charge. But I'm not sure how to make that into a job/career yet. The thought of just getting out there and doing something different is terrifying. I don't know why. It's not like a scary monster is going to jump out and eat me if I get a new job... Anyway, that's my brain dump.
So you may be leaving SG?? Why is that? You mentioned that I should make note of your IM name, but I don't see it here? What is it?