I'm touch starved, so at the pot shop I traded a comment about your ankh. You were impressed I hadn't called it a cool Cross as if the dominant religion in the area is Cristian, which surprisingly; it is. However, I have seen a man pray on his rug in an alley so no judgement in my mind.

When our hands grazed passing me the palm blunts and wished me a happy day.

Dating sucks.

Also, cigarettes in the car ride make you less horny. Two red bulls fill the stomach for work and even with four hours we'll stay positive when lifting with our backs. God if I don't love making grown men laugh at stupid witty comebacks.

I miss my old supervisor.

I should ask for a raise, its been a year; but my younger coworker wants one too I think I'll let him grab the spotlight, he's nervous about it though.

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Fuck Society

Fuck cash

The plans in place need a chance before they decide when its best to destroy something and when to rebuild something. All it is; we waste time finding work to do while some other jack asses resembling our ancestors fix a pipe, scan the ground or fill holes etc. etc. etc. yadda yadda

These rules and job positions in place are important for the structure to function, the structure of the family man the guy making the big bucks while twisting his pipe wrench, or shimming the counter top.

The man who returns home and wants either a beer; a blowjob; or a good cry in the corner. The back bending back breaking mindset our parents and their parents built before us with goals to only further our comfort, in hopes that those in the future do not need to break themselves on menial tasks, labor or bullshit.

I love these people, stuck in an ultimatum, to fall swiftly in love with the sirens on the rocky shore or to jump ship and let the waves decide whether they land; bones crunching through the currents and crags right into the the maw of the isle these sirens reside.