roguestenography

I've got nothing besdies alias's and these journals, and the time I steal in the nights, to leave notes at random, (declare your still alive, even if no one knows why your doing it.) talk in quotes, "the days feel shorter and the nights are getting cold, I like this place, but the awe is getting old."

I sometimes wonder if there are people who are smart enough to realise the only causes worth dieing for are the ones you believe in. Nine to five is an urban legend in the halls of martyrdom.

I sometimes wonder if companies wealth is public, why culture jammers don't get together a pile of capital to invest in them, and then remove at critical junctures. It would take a lot of savy, and a lot of money, but in theory I'm not sure why it wouldn't work.

This week has been messy in my personal life. Really. Messy. Maybe thats why I'm taking it so personally that no one seems to give a fuck about my ideas's. Thats self righteous and silly. I want a cigarette but I've quit.

Life's too short to waste the time you spend breathing.