I am at work again. The items that come back to me are of the greatest and the least concerns for me right now. One the one hand i feel very lucky to have met her. To know her. To talk to her and to have her with me. Then on a completely different point of view i am not happy.
work sucks. I am represented by a joke. A human humor. A pakistani cartoon. I am surrounded by the fat, the stupid, and the insane. This is not what i signed up for. I work under the shadows of a chica from the block... what has happened to my beloved corps? Why have so many changes come about with such unstable results? where is the balance?
Back to the first hand. I travel. i cannot wait for Germany, and i am in the future beyond that also planning another adventure. By switching my comrades each adventure is unique to me. It is expensive, but i can afford it. Additionally i have the time to take.
Second hand information was spread about the ranks involving me. Always second hand applications. Always from second rate people. People so engrossed in their own refuse that they paint others' lives in thier own filth. things that i have not done, or that were my exagerated actions, were spoken about me. Lies stewing in a pot of falsities. Some twisted and manipulated to make me look bad, whilst they looked better. Others are just plain wrong.
I am able to rise above. I am better than they for certain. Personality, looks, strengths... hell, even my weaknesses are better than theirs. i float above them head and shoulders. I seek new knowledge. Always new knowledge. More knowledge to float above the mass. The creatures of the diseased.
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