Sometimes.

Sometimes life can't hide the truth inside.
Lies can only disguise what the eyes still see.
Time heals most, and all tears dry
But time can't erase the scars they leave.

A Sinister Smile Discourse.

So, I'm copyrighting this blog title for if I ever make an emo band for some odd reason.


Moving on...


Song : Nikkfurie De La Caution - The A La Menthe

That's "The" pronounced "tay" by the way.

Sue me, It's french. I didn't feel like looking up all the right symbols.

It translates to "Mint Tea" if you couldn't figure it out...


Moving on...

So I've been thinking a lot.

No, seriously...

Anyways...

I dodged a bullet today at work, mainly by0 finding out about some miscommunication, and thus resolving it, and it's gotten me thinking.(told ya) Miscommunication can be a truly terrible thing. Miscommunication can turn a harmless gesture, into a friendship ending mistake. It can turn a joke into a catastrophe. It can end some of the most powerful relationships. I'm resolving that I will not let it end mine. I think this world as a whole, needs to learn to be not only more receptive, but more expressive with their thoughts and feelings. If we each decided to tell those we care about how we feel in blatant terms, we'd avoid a lot of unnecessary heartache, and maybe even some heartbreak.

I guess what I'm saying is.

If you love each other enough to tell each other what you're thinking, then you're love will be strong enough to survive anything that's said.

Workers of the World United...

For anyone who's ever had to punch a snooze button...



Lyrics to 9-5ers Anthem :
[Aesop Rock]
Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed
Via the study of post-adolesent agitated seeds
Half the patients wasted self pride at Commencement
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe
They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections
And twelve steps to lesson
Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness
Martyrs talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus
And someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life treats the peasants like
They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside
Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems
When the clock strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players
For the cycle of it
Under a dusted angel heartstring Big Brother is watching
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts
We on some door-to-door now
Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for free
I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies
For copper pennies for one commanding "Gimme that"
So we can retain baby fat
Make the biter snake bedlam
Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet
Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon
Bent barrel one eight zero, you'll turn, squeeze, ending
It's on like it's never been
It's bleeding well
It's bigger than a breadbox
It can roast my leaky finance
I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge
With a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because
The first one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks
I tend to underestimate my average
Just another bastard savage
Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand
Cuz every dog has its day
At which point, I'll pull it away

Now we the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

[Aesop Rock]
It's the year of the silkworm
Everything I built burned yesterday
Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve
Elevate the spreading of the silk germ
Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead
Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal
Saddle up on high horse
My torch forced Polaris embarrassed
Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage
I bought some new sneakers
I just hope my legacy matches
It's the year of the landshark
Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water
They're out there being slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother
And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters
Man it's the year of the Orphan
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat
Maybe it's the year of the waterbug
Cockroach utter thug specimen
Your response, dreaming of your next of kin
I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in
I've been the object of your ridicule
You've been a bitch lieutenant
God it's the year of the underpaid employee
Spitting forty plus a week
And trying to rape earth on my off time
You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough
So you can run run run
And I'ma let you think you won
EVERYBODY!

We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine to five day-in day-out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

[Aesop Rock]
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless

Red.

A river runs from my mind, snaking a trail from my head, slithering down my neck as every hair stands stiff.
A shudder wracks me, as the warmth falls down my shoulder, following my arm, outlining every vein, a map of my life as it flows from me.
My heart beats one last cacophony of brilliance, cascading outward to hasten the flow of red seething forth from me.
I watch the art writing itself upon my arm, following every watercolor etching down to my fingers, ink pooling upon their tips.
In this ink I see my story.
My history laid bare and plain for my eyes to digest, every memory dialogued out for my own perception and interpretation.
Drops of ink begin to fall from me, taking my thoughts and memories.
I see the glistening remnants of my own sanity splatter against the ground beneath me.
I lift my arm up above me, watching the history written upon it shift as the river begins to change direction.
I feel my memories raining down upon me, covering myself in their warmth.
I feel them begin to sink within my skin once more.
I feel my heart begin to beat again.
I feel glistening memory seething within.
My mind is alive and my eyes begin to open.
I see the world through bloodshot eyes.
It shines with a passion I never knew before.
I breath in myself.
I smile once more.

Depreciating Value.

Watch him walk.
Listen to the way he speaks.
Do you see the way he bleeds?
Can you see the way he thinks?

Inadequate Acquiescence...

Dark, cold, and bittersweet.
Lethargy seethed through earthly form.
Statuesque images laid broken and piecemeal.
Unattained and forlorn.
Withering branches of two decades of growth.
Laid bare and cracked with heart stillborn.
Victories of absence
Battles fought yet never won.
Accepted deception
Medals of deficiency to be adorned.
Eternal lacking.
Failures of body and mind sought read.
Lessened likenesses
Resemblance to hindrance
Familiar yet dead.

Target Etiquette (Pun Intended)

Mood : Jay-Z - 99 Problems





I work at Target.


As a humble Target employee, I feel I should point out some things, and give some tips on how to improve the experience of you (the consumer) while in Target.


From henceforth on the consumer (you) will be called the Future Unwitting Consumer of Knowledgable Etiquette and Decorum.


So, now that you, (the F.U.C.K.E.D.) are up to speed, we shall begin.

Tips for Target :

1. Yes, you ARE interrupting us, even though we will happily smile and tell you you arent, you most DEFINATELY are interrupting us. In fact, for you to NOT be interrupting, we'd have to be standing completely still doing NOTHING. Don't ask if you are interrupting us, simply accept the fact that you are. Being interrupted is part of why they pay us to be there.


2. No, We aren't all encyclopedia Targettica's. We don't know every single procedure and process involved in Target. Some of us know more than others. Some of us know jack shit. NONE of us know it all. Don't assume we do. Don't ask me to recite the names of Target's founders while doing a handstand whistling the star-fucking-spangled banner. It's going to occur that you will ask a question we do not know. No, this doesn't make you smarter than us; Some of us maybe... but not all of us. If you want to know the innermost details of Target's workings you should discover the internet. Or better yet, get a job at wal-mart.


3. WAL-MART. It's not a threat. We don't give a fuck about Wal-Mart. Not one of us. Threatening to go wait in line for 3 hours because we wont wipe your ass with gold will NOT make us shake and shiver. In fact, the second you leave, we will laugh at the misfortune you're about to endure to prove a point, while we happily accept smarter people's money. Enjoy your blazing blue speed weave through Wal-Mart, odds are I'll be off the clock and home before you get halfway through the line. Enjoy.


4. We are not magicians. We cannot make what you want appear out of thin air. If we could, we'd be working at much higher ranking establishments. (No offense Target, I love you... Don't fire me...) If the item you want is not on the shelf, by ALL means come and find me and I'll happily see if we have it in the backroom, or if I can find it stashed somewhere else. Hell, if you pay me extra I'll shank that Grandmom who snaked the last fucking snickerdoodle box, but I'm not going to reach behind your fucking ear and pull a baby stroller out of it, so calm the fuck down and learn to accept that you wont always get everything you want. If it's out, wait a few days, then call us and see if we have it. If it's discontinued, QQ about it (that's crying for you not net savvy people), go home, slit your wrists, perform satanic rituals, and sell your soul for that blanket you just HAVE to fucking have.


5. Please remember my dear F.U.C.K.E.D., that while you are very important to us, so are all the other F.U.C.K.E.D. in the store. I cannot describe the feeling of intense hatred I feel for the prick who can't wait 10 seconds for me to finish with one guest, before barging in, and shouting their earth ending question to anyone who can hear it. For pete's sake, I'm GOING to help you. Learn some fucking PATIENCE. All you are going to earn is my immediate ire, and probably about 87% of my true helping capacity. Yes I understand your child is going to shit in your mouth if he doesn't have the new tiger woods for his nintendo masturbation machine. I will happily get if for you. WHEN I'M DONE helping this person here, who OH LOOK, they're now gurgling shit of their own because I had to stop momentarily to tell you to hold the fuck on. Now you've got shit all over all of us, because you couldn't pack it in for an extra 10 seconds. I'm here for 8 hours. You're probably here for 30 minutes to an hour. Get over yourself. If anyone should be impatient, it's me.


6. Theft. Jesus F. Christ. (the F stands for fictional) If you're not there to ROB the fucking place. Get over yourself, get a job, and earn money for what you want. We're not in fucking arabia. You're not goddamned Aladdin. You don't NEED a new phone charger to survive in the world. Grow the fuck up, get some discipline, and buy your shit, ya dick. Yeah, you're not fucking George Clooney. This isn't Target's Eleven. You're not fucking suave. I'm STARING at you while you steal that. We're following you on CAMERA as you walk around. We're not stupid. Chances are, we know your intentions before you're halfway to what you want to steal. We will watch you. You won't pull off some caper. You're not a fucking cat burglar. Get over yourself; Get a job; or get out of my fucking store.


7. Here at Target, we ARE humans too. We have feelings and emotions. While we will for the most part try to keep these out of your experience at Target, sometimes things will show. If you can SEE I'm having a shitty day, don't make it worse. Try being kind. It usually will actually help the situation a lot. Guests have made my day by being really cool and down to earth. Others have had me cross the line from irritated to infuriated. If you see me charging down the main aisle like a fucking locomotive, you more than likely have one of your fellow F.U.C.K.E.D. to thank. Have some decency and manners. You'd be surprised how far it will get you. We may have secret hidden Target knowledge to reveal to you if you are nice. Like so...

In closing, my dear F.U.C.K.E.D. I'd like to say something. We get paid to do what we do. Guest service is our NUMBER ONE priority. It's ALL that we do. The things we're doing that you feel you are interrupting, are all part of a process that is there to provide service to YOU. Everything we're doing, is for you. All our processes in the store, are there to help ensure that you are recieving the merchandise and services you are wanting. That is our goal, to better how we serve you. I would like to note though, that it's called guest SERVICE, not guest servitude. We're not there to bend to your every whim, we're there to help you. We will do our best to help you, as long as you treat us with a modicum of civility and humility. It's not a large request of us,
considering everything we do is for you. They pay us to help, not to shovel your shit for you. If you are one of those people who shops with a smile, I swear to do my best to help you with anything you may need, with a beaming smile on my face. If you are one of those surly, asinine, repugnant or even worse, sycophantic pieces of condescending trash, I have only one thing to say to you.GET F.U.C.K.E.D.