awareness of the rhyme...

does not represent knowledge or understanding of the reason...

i have a bad habit of accepting gigs that i am not going to like at all after about a year or 2 of working them.

why would i do such a thing repeatedly? most likely 'cause i've got fucking bills to pay. i've got to figure out better ways to handle these fucking financial irritants.

i work w/a professional idiot. perhaps that isn't nice, but it is what it is. this guy does/says some of the stupidest shit i've ever heard in my life so far. how the fuck do you keep your gig when you perform at such a high level of idiocy?

fuck it.

2 days a week i have to sit in a room by myself w/this fucking clown. daughters of bastards. this guy thought it was appropriate to put on a pair of headphones & listen to a laptop at a volume that was so high that he couldn't hear what the fuck was going on in the room...

oh the brightness...

the existence of rhyme smothered in the absence of reason...

make like i derive great pleasure from working w/professional dopes...

PEACE
...be calm...