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I can see inside them and I know I'm not like them.
Where I have creativity, they have a routing table. IP flows through their veins. For a heart they have a router, interfacing with their vital organs that keep their body networks running.
Where they run on numbers, I live for words.
I get here at 8. They are already here. I leave at 4, and they still remain.
During the day, whilst they make idle chit-chat about customer networks and routing protocols I write in tiny Notepad windows, whilst the majority of the screen displays work I'm supposed to me doing.
Yeah I do get on with what I'm supposed to do, but it doesn't interest me in the slightest. That's why I busy myself with words, only getting on with 'work' when I feel obliged to do so.
They stay past their paid hours for no gain. Hell, the only reason I'm still doing it is for the money.
But for how much longer? I wonder how much longer I can cope with this situation. I fooled myself for too long that this job was something that I wanted, now my financial situation has me trapped. Looks like Tyler was right when he said that your possessions will own you.
But I have a plan. During the day I'll keep coming here, doing the work that bores me, but when I leave I shall work towards my freedom with these, my words.
My words are strong, my words are good, people shall pay for my words, then they shall require many, many of my words and I shall have made my path out of this dirty world of numbers.
By the way, I wrote this at work, saved it as 'erouterhead.txt'. I found that amusing.
Where I have creativity, they have a routing table. IP flows through their veins. For a heart they have a router, interfacing with their vital organs that keep their body networks running.
Where they run on numbers, I live for words.
I get here at 8. They are already here. I leave at 4, and they still remain.
During the day, whilst they make idle chit-chat about customer networks and routing protocols I write in tiny Notepad windows, whilst the majority of the screen displays work I'm supposed to me doing.
Yeah I do get on with what I'm supposed to do, but it doesn't interest me in the slightest. That's why I busy myself with words, only getting on with 'work' when I feel obliged to do so.
They stay past their paid hours for no gain. Hell, the only reason I'm still doing it is for the money.
But for how much longer? I wonder how much longer I can cope with this situation. I fooled myself for too long that this job was something that I wanted, now my financial situation has me trapped. Looks like Tyler was right when he said that your possessions will own you.
But I have a plan. During the day I'll keep coming here, doing the work that bores me, but when I leave I shall work towards my freedom with these, my words.
My words are strong, my words are good, people shall pay for my words, then they shall require many, many of my words and I shall have made my path out of this dirty world of numbers.
By the way, I wrote this at work, saved it as 'erouterhead.txt'. I found that amusing.
This is why I'm desperately trying to get Swordspines up and running. Freedom, that's all I'm after really.
I'm guessing the Tyler remark is Fight Club. Right?
If so, then good. Two life posts, two good films.
If so, then good. Two life posts, two good films.
I can see inside them and I know I'm not like them.
Where I have creativity, they have a routing table. IP flows through their veins. For a heart they have a router, interfacing with their vital organs that keep their body networks running.
Where they run on numbers, I live for words.
I get here at 8. They are already here. I leave at 4, and they still remain.
During the day, whilst they make idle chit-chat about customer networks and routing protocols I write in tiny Notepad windows, whilst the majority of the screen displays work I'm supposed to me doing.
Yeah I do get on with what I'm supposed to do, but it doesn't interest me in the slightest. That's why I busy myself with words, only getting on with 'work' when I feel obliged to do so.
They stay past their paid hours for no gain. Hell, the only reason I'm still doing it is for the money.
But for how much longer? I wonder how much longer I can cope with this situation. I fooled myself for too long that this job was something that I wanted, now my financial situation has me trapped. Looks like Tyler was right when he said that your possessions will own you.
But I have a plan. During the day I'll keep coming here, doing the work that bores me, but when I leave I shall work towards my freedom with these, my words.
My words are strong, my words are good, people shall pay for my words, then they shall require many, many of my words and I shall have made my path out of this dirty world of numbers.
By the way, I wrote this at work, saved it as 'erouterhead.txt'. I found that amusing.
Where I have creativity, they have a routing table. IP flows through their veins. For a heart they have a router, interfacing with their vital organs that keep their body networks running.
Where they run on numbers, I live for words.
I get here at 8. They are already here. I leave at 4, and they still remain.
During the day, whilst they make idle chit-chat about customer networks and routing protocols I write in tiny Notepad windows, whilst the majority of the screen displays work I'm supposed to me doing.
Yeah I do get on with what I'm supposed to do, but it doesn't interest me in the slightest. That's why I busy myself with words, only getting on with 'work' when I feel obliged to do so.
They stay past their paid hours for no gain. Hell, the only reason I'm still doing it is for the money.
But for how much longer? I wonder how much longer I can cope with this situation. I fooled myself for too long that this job was something that I wanted, now my financial situation has me trapped. Looks like Tyler was right when he said that your possessions will own you.
But I have a plan. During the day I'll keep coming here, doing the work that bores me, but when I leave I shall work towards my freedom with these, my words.
My words are strong, my words are good, people shall pay for my words, then they shall require many, many of my words and I shall have made my path out of this dirty world of numbers.
By the way, I wrote this at work, saved it as 'erouterhead.txt'. I found that amusing.