March 13th, 2008

  • roybot

trails

trapped in the daily cycle of corporate futility. brain half-frazzled half-gone, running on the turbosonic one-two punch of caffeine and motrin. what are my action-items for today? have i done due dilligence? when is the best strategic time to go take a shit? my first priority is getting my priorities straight. is my hair policy in line with the corporate image? patpat, smooth, now it is. this zinc shit makes me feel nauseous, maybe it's a conspiracy. lady calls my telephone, silly lady, you have the wrong number. i am not mad though. monkey trachea, hello nonsense. sparkling supersonic hankey-panky six ways from sundaydown. cornish llewliwyn abounds. what is in the hair of good morning america?

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