stardustcboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- um...yeah...i don't know where this is going... ugh. this is going to be a long day. i've been sittin' 'round not doing anything for the past 3 days here at the office. the network has been tempermental, data has been lost, things have been shuffled around, and no one has the time to keep me clued in on the status of things. thus, i'm just sort of sitting here. staring at my monitor. bored...and horney...horney as a ten-peckered owl. it would be nice to have some hottie (man or woman) service my cock... mmm...man, i just got a hard on thinking about that. aaaanyway, i was hoping to get around to my WPR today, but i didn't manage to finish watching the film. so perhaps tonight i'll do that and have a review written up tomorrow sometime. outside being utterly bored out of my skull, life is pretty damn good. can't complain overall. lil MeowMeow isn't feelin' so hot today, got some sort of flu bug, why don't ya'll go over and give her some online love and best wishes for a speedy recovery? what are you waiting for? go to!! i must say that the downtime over here has given me the opportunity to learn a bit about Flash MX 2004...so you might be seeing some banners for me sometime in the future. eventually i'd like to finish my website...but that's gonna' be a labor of love for a while. what the hell? there's just not enough time in the day to do all the things I WANT to do. i spend almost 10 hours at work, doing shit for fuck-offs at other companies (ideas that, honestly, suck ass-cock) only to come home and have about 3 hours before having to go to bed to repeat the cycle all over again. why is it that the people who usually do the most work labor-wise are the ones who are least paid and lowest man on the totem pole? it's awfully back-assward if you ask me. for example, as an artist, i produce the majority of content for the various clients that come to our company. coupled with the programmers and developers as a whole we output the entirety of the project - art, design, page layout, code, flash development, etc. yet strangely enough it's the PRODUCERS and MARKETING people who get the higher salaries. what in the fuck is up with that? you mean to tell me i get paid less than than some fuck-off who sits around and tells me what to do? without me, that same fuck-off wouldn't have anyone to boss around, and moreover, shit just wouldn't happen. strangely enough, they don't seem to notice this. how the fuck does that all work out? grrr! typical isn't it? the workers get fucked in the ass by upper management while they rake in the cash on the broken backs of the common man. jesus would be hellah sad. am i the only one who thinks that if all the middle to lower class workers in the country just up and stopped going to work the whole system would fall apart? think about it. if firemen, police officers, nurses, teachers, restaraunt employees, public transit people, phone operators, security guards, accountants, administrative assistants, and other such jobs just didn't go to work tomorrow, all across the country...the entire thing would grind to a screeching halt. all those fuck-off bosses out there wouldn't be able to do shit! is there any way that we, as middle-class america, can organize a national "walk out of work" day...or week for that matter? where we all just extend our arm and middle finger to the fuck-offs who seem to think that they deserve all the credit and reward for our work and our skill and our talent? who's in with me? eh you fuckin' cowards. :-P i tease. but really, think about it... i'm just tired of other people making money off of me while i'm forced to just scrape by. too often i see the high-ups roll in in their brand new beamers or sports cars, and pay for their $200,000 weddings, and use the company credit card for everything under the sun including vacations to tahiti or paris or whereverthefuck. meanwhile i'm the one who has to come in 40+ hours a week. i'm the one who actually DOES THE WORK. i'm the one who sees little to no reward for said work and just as little recognition. i'm not sayin' that my company is a shithole. it's actually all right compared to where i've been; but i'm noticing all too often the basic trend of corporate america. they dangle that lil carrot in front of you, just out of reach, so that you'll run faster on the hamster-wheel baby. DANCE MONKEY!! DANCE!! then we go home to our tired existences, little energy left for ourselves, our families or our loved ones; and everyone stands around wondering why things seem to be going to hell. well, maybe it's because we're tired of breaking our backs for jack-asses who think they own the world. maybe it's because we're starting to realize just how much power the common man has and we're tired of running this stupid unwinnable race for the elite and privileged few. i'm sorry, i want to incite a riot...i want to start a revolution. not just economically. not just socially. not just philosophically...but in every single sense of the word. i want to push the structure over. step on it, crush it under my bootheel, and breathe fire and smoke. i want to put the power into the hands of the people as individuals. i want people to be able to govern their own lives and make decisions about their own bodies and their own path. does that make me a terrorist? to want to change the world for the people? to desire equality and respect for all creeds and philosophies? to want to unite us all under one common banner? i feel like i'm taking crazy pills. in some ways i think it may be too late. i think that people are so sold on the "american dream" and the "american way of life" that they are blind to the diabolical machination that grinds their spirits into paste. they've completely bought into it. they believe in the beast. they worship the beast. they sacrifice their young to the beast. all the time thinking that their life will be better. that the future still has hope. heh. there is no future for the cattle. only the slaughterhouse awaits. so i guess all i can do is sit back and watch it all unfold...watch it all slowly decay and crumble...watch as society gets sicker and sicker... until we're just medicated drones, running...running...running...chasing the lil carrot of dreams while our life's blood is slowly drained from us and the beast gets fatter and fatter. devouring our lives, our minds, our hearts, our children, our future...our world. a bit too doom and gloom? "that won't happen." you say. "people aren't like that." you argue. "not in this country." you remark. hehehe. sure darlin'...whatever helps you sleep at night. whatever helps you keep goin'. whatever keeps you running on that wheel. just take your meds and you'll feel better tomorrow. just medicate the pain inside. fill the hole with drugs. numb yourself to a society that is spiritually bankrupt and morally diseased, nurturing its undeath on the blood of the people. whatever makes you forget sweetheart. forget that freedom is an illusion. forget that you are a slave. forget that your body is not your own. forget...forget...forget... that there is no salvation. that no one is going to save you. that money won't save you. that money won't make you happy. that all the shiney things you were promised are lies. that life as we know it is but a pale mockery of existence...of really living. sweet oblivion. what can we do? ~B-) 10:11 a.m. - 2005-04-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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