Wednesday, 25 November 2009

The backbone group

So:
I am aware that you're able to supply my to-do list.
And that your talents lie in communicating with those who share your mental age but your IQ has left you incapable of calculating a figure which exceeds your intelligence:height ratio.

Your sum was wrong. You reached an invalid conclusion.

In your terracotta tangle, you forgot to show your working out. I can see where you started but the method by which you reached your solution is indiscernible.

Too oblivious to amend it yet too anal to leave the arithmetic to someone else.
You're stumped.
Delegation doesn't work if you're confident you're the only one who can do it right.

'It's not just you', there's always a prick like you. I'm not sure if they quite match your superfluous boasting and delusion of power, though.
You definitely don't ginger up my day.

Don't badger me. Haste makes waste and you are all 63 inches of the leftovers.

Monday, 23 November 2009

Raining rats and blogs

A precipitate eviction is on the cards of infeasibility.

Co-operation is valuable but responsibility for communication seems unimaginable.
Unsanitary conditions and unhealthy connections.
One big sickening mistake.

The rain hits hard up here. The tempestuous whistles remind me of the red sky in the morning.
These elements have caused a soggy discomfort over this side. But the forecast for your side is a foggy disregard. What a miserable and aggravating whirlwind!

Life Building has signalled the Death of my perceptive mental-Building and yet, some kind of awakening.

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Grandiose man

You imbibe my animation.
Spiritually drained and characteristically humiliated, I'm blank.

Blank, for you to paint your legacy on my face, my bones and my creativity.
Imbue me with your knowledge as I am clearly aimless within this bubble submerged in your pride.

Pride. Delight and honour of another? Or self-love?
A manic self-obsession and exaggerated belief in your importance and capability.

But you already knew that.

You inhabit a house of mirrors where phantasms cross every wall.
I've got your diagnosis.