Born to do office work

So I've got this deep sense of frustration and a need to do... something for the world. And now I have found meaning: setting up AV, running errands and filing paperwork may very well be why I'm here on this Earth. I'm not exactly sure how those two go together but at least I know I can always work in an office. Even when I destroy the TV's.

Still, I can see an organic solidarity here: a union born of focus born of ignorance; a union bearing fruit and a sense of unity.

Long live office work!


(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organic_solidarity)

Anthropology and forein has ruining brain me'd

I used to argue like I meant it. But not with cannibalism, that never bothered me. A woman hands me a pamphlet on how you and I and she should let God and God alone heal your cancer, should that be His will. And I read it and where once I'd be pissed off, now I'm all "well that's an interesting way of looking at it."
            Everything seems arbitrary. Scientific explanations, religious explanations and hunches pass the salt around. They're interchangeable, theory is an ideological tool, concepts are yolks and wheels, lies are vehicles. I suppose this is because most things do float in the social ether, a silver cord whisking off to a point behind them;
    solid,
        dwindling,
            gone.