7.06.2006

The Faux Press::Stage Door::NOT WORK-SAFE

A short story about ruthlessness, fear and joy.

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2 comments:

  1. fuck you, me first
    fuck you, me first
    fuck you, me first
    fuck you, me first
    fuck you, me first
    fuck you, me first
    fuck you, me first
    fuck you, me first
    fuck you, me first

    Oh, yeah. I like that. It works well to escalate the volume as you chant it until you reach a roar and the syllables all blend together.

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  2. LOL

    While I did meditate until I achieved clarity as Joey suggested, the decision was to move toward cooperation rather than competition.

    I.e. "Fuck you; me first," was not a model I could get behind.

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