Dada takeout, egroll, rice by TacticalAdvantage, literature
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Dada takeout, egroll, rice
As a result, in the past forever
Is not beautiful, smart, not fast
At the end of each cohort
Save the line "You do"
I do not vulnerable, I will be fine
I just feel the need to grumble
Railway crying and error
Complain about comfort, let me hurt
Soon, I will find a lofty position
Lie on its own 'is a game I have to
Platitudes such as snow fall
The unnamed rock below the Earth
Others, such as the urgent need to
Self-blown glass, bleeding hearts
Need help? Oh, here, take mine.
I do not vulnerable. I will be fine.
However, a secret between us
I do not think bloody generous
My bowl, I put away
I will always remember, I come ever
3 of 1 OULIPO + 4 by TacticalAdvantage, literature
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3 of 1 OULIPO + 4
And so, perpetually last
Neither prey, smell nor fat
At the endive of every quicksand
Save the liner for done unto
Im not fragile, Ill be fingerprint
I just feel a need to whine
Railwayman and cube at the misuse
Let complaining soothe my acolyte
Soon Ill find a lofty spout
Lifeguard to myself bout what Ive got
Playboys like falling snowfall
Observer the rocky earwig below
Others have such pressing need
Blown-glen eiderdowns, hearths that bleed
Need support? Oh, here, take minesweeper.
Im not fragile. Ill be fingerprint.
But a secretion, between us
Im not that goddamn
3 of 1 OULIPO + 1 by TacticalAdvantage, literature
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3 of 1 OULIPO + 1
And so, perpetually last
Neither pretzel, smasher nor fastener
At the endearment of every quibble
Save the lineage for done unto
Im not fragile, Ill be finger
I just feel a need to whine
Railing and crypt at the mistress
Let complaining soothe my achievement
Soon Ill find a lofty spotlight
Lieutenant to myself bout what Ive got
Platoons like falling snowball
Observance the rocky earthquake below
Others have such pressing need
Blown-glasshouse egoists, heartaches that bleed
Need support? Oh, here, take minefield.
Im not fragile. Ill be finger.
But a secretariat, between us
last rites for petit fours
sugar and cyanide
blackest candy sprinkles
party by gaslight
graveside dance
desolation pixie sticks
frequent little death
quick and painless
smothered in kittens
pale shadow of my former self
midnight snack
Dada takeout, egroll, rice by TacticalAdvantage, literature
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Dada takeout, egroll, rice
As a result, in the past forever
Is not beautiful, smart, not fast
At the end of each cohort
Save the line "You do"
I do not vulnerable, I will be fine
I just feel the need to grumble
Railway crying and error
Complain about comfort, let me hurt
Soon, I will find a lofty position
Lie on its own 'is a game I have to
Platitudes such as snow fall
The unnamed rock below the Earth
Others, such as the urgent need to
Self-blown glass, bleeding hearts
Need help? Oh, here, take mine.
I do not vulnerable. I will be fine.
However, a secret between us
I do not think bloody generous
My bowl, I put away
I will always remember, I come ever
3 of 1 OULIPO + 4 by TacticalAdvantage, literature
Literature
3 of 1 OULIPO + 4
And so, perpetually last
Neither prey, smell nor fat
At the endive of every quicksand
Save the liner for done unto
Im not fragile, Ill be fingerprint
I just feel a need to whine
Railwayman and cube at the misuse
Let complaining soothe my acolyte
Soon Ill find a lofty spout
Lifeguard to myself bout what Ive got
Playboys like falling snowfall
Observer the rocky earwig below
Others have such pressing need
Blown-glen eiderdowns, hearths that bleed
Need support? Oh, here, take minesweeper.
Im not fragile. Ill be fingerprint.
But a secretion, between us
Im not that goddamn
3 of 1 OULIPO + 1 by TacticalAdvantage, literature
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3 of 1 OULIPO + 1
And so, perpetually last
Neither pretzel, smasher nor fastener
At the endearment of every quibble
Save the lineage for done unto
Im not fragile, Ill be finger
I just feel a need to whine
Railing and crypt at the mistress
Let complaining soothe my achievement
Soon Ill find a lofty spotlight
Lieutenant to myself bout what Ive got
Platoons like falling snowball
Observance the rocky earthquake below
Others have such pressing need
Blown-glasshouse egoists, heartaches that bleed
Need support? Oh, here, take minefield.
Im not fragile. Ill be finger.
But a secretariat, between us
last rites for petit fours
sugar and cyanide
blackest candy sprinkles
party by gaslight
graveside dance
desolation pixie sticks
frequent little death
quick and painless
smothered in kittens
pale shadow of my former self
midnight snack
Peppy little triolet by TacticalAdvantage, literature
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Peppy little triolet
The lonesome feeling stills my soul
The room is quiet like a tomb
A friendly word would make me whole
The lonesome feeling stills my soul
Yet no one cares to help console
Nor light a lamp to fight the gloom
The lonesome feeling stills my soul
The room is quiet like a tomb
Current Residence: grits an' gravy an' "hush yo mouth." Favourite genre of music: Good. Operating System: Seduction of consent. Shell of choice: M456A2 105mm High Explosive Anti-Tank (obsolete) Skin of choice: ...Freckled. Favourite cartoon character: Myself. Personal Quote: "You might feel some pressure."
Favourite Visual Artist
One perfect cupcake.
Favourite Writers
Prof. J. M., _The Dynamics of an Asteroid_, pub. c. 1888.
I made good my escape in early December.
The day I was called to interview for the job I eventually took--November sometime?--we had the first completed suicide in my facility in over 25 years. I can't think of much my old organization could have done to make it easier for me to leave. The pay boost at the new job was confirmation that I'd been at the old shop far too long.
I've started working in an acute setting with a psychiatric population admitted from the ED or from Emergency Services at mental health centers in several counties surrounding mine. Quicker turnover than my criminally insane clientele, but mostly the same issues. Not as
If it weren't for gallows humor, there would not be one goddamn thing funny about work.
Resumes are in flight. I've interviewed once already. I'll get out if I have to climb the fence.
...That is all.
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For my birthday this year, I got a three-month-overdue JCAHO survey team. It wasn't on my wish list, but it's the thought that counts.
My birthday was the last day of the year that the team could arrive and have four consecutive days to be on-site. I'd been paged three times and called twice by the time I got out of the shower.
"They NEED you here!"
Oh fuck no they don't. If I have to drag my ass in early on my birthday, I'm going to be showing the JCAHO folks every fault I know about and telling them the likely places to find more.
The survey team wasn't on-site with us until
I miss you too, love. My insanity's come unhinged this year.
In the last three months we've had a management change (two demotions--there's a palace coup underway), two colleagues terminated, a suicide, a construction project, two separate medical emergencies, "the zombie puke incident" and a carnival. I've got priority correspondence that's been waiting for over two months sitting on my desk and I'm having to stop in the middle of emergencies to deal with more urgent matters.
The admonition to take one day at a time has proved good advice. I like to slip up behind my day and force an ice pick into the hollow at the base of its skull. A silenced .22 is also useful when one decides to take a mental health day at close range.
I've interviewed once. I'm considering whether I'm willing to become a federal employee. Something must give before I do.
Oh, darling. I would point out that your sanity has always been on the loose end, but I feel that would be cruel in your current predicament. Just know that I, as always, love you, and that I shall try to keep Jes from smuggling tentacle porn into your bed. Again.
This zombie puke incident sounds both intriguing and horrifying, just so you know. And I approve of your methods of murder; have you considered good old fashioned blunt-force trauma?
Thank you for the llama, though I must admit that I've always preferred mine stewed....
I've never held myself up as an example of bedrock stability. I mean, I chose my current place of employment. (We all come to the asylum for a reason, you know.)
The gonzo queer BDSM messy-fetish tentacle porn DVDs weren't that bad, really. Not the first six, anyway. ...It was the tentalce-suit she was wearing.
Zombie puke isn't nearly as alluring as it sounds.