Coming up on 3, not a wink of sleep, woke up at 7am.
20 hours? The worst…
Theodore Roosevelt sounds like a pretty badass dude.
Rough Riders,
Stop, drop,
Shut em down open up shop.
You can’t go up until they go down, which is the mindset of conflict.
Drug dealing?
An anthem to “turf war”?
It’s all turf war.
Clogged sinuses, head is killing.
I find police integrations incredibly fascinating, mostly because of people’s body language.. and that stuff transfers to everyday life.
Big boss man comes back to the cubicle area to chat,he uncrosses his arms and folds them behind his head.
Not slouched in the chair,but definitely relaxed.
A mindset.
Exuding whatever vibe you’re trying to put out there. People are receptive on a subconscious level.
How you sit,how you speak, and how you just fucking stand there.. it affects people.
Puts them at ease or stresses them out.
“can’t trust the mind,it’s not always listening”- Katie Melua, the flood.
I think it is.
I think it’s always listening.
Maybe you can’t hear it,but it is.
I’m really glad,I’m glad you can’t get locked up for what’s in your head.
Fuck yeah.
Glad about that.
Not because evil is in your head,but because everything is in your head. Which might be construed as evil.
4am.
A person can’t really help what kind of eyes they have.
What kind of things they’ve seen..
And how they use em.
Seen someone literally bat their eyelashes, seen the bedroom eyes, seen the eyes of rage, the contortion of the ocular cavities.
The avoidance of eye contact.
The darting of nervousness.
Everything is in there.
Everything you need.
Fuck work,I got two weeks of PTO to burn ❤️🔥.
Ain’t shit to do in that bitch anyways, cause they ain’t selling nothing, cause their numbers are all fucked up.
Because…
Because because because..
Because of greed and laziness.
Sales loses out on jobs,so I have nothing to draw. Because your numbers are bad…
Sigh..
Business.
Someone’s line of work…
No pig flies straight.
At least a junkie is predictable, but a business person?
Squirrelly.
Not squirrelly like a murder case, still squirrelly.
People kill for money, they kill to get out of honest work.
I couldn’t do it.
I’m fuckin lazy and I get bored with things extremely quickly,
I still couldn’t do that.
Even if it was a perfect murder.
Couldn’t do it.
Fate condemns thee to flip hamburgers for the rest of your days..
Like an asshole…
Couldn’t kill anyone though.
4am. Brutal headache.
Restless nervous system.
5am. more of the same
dawn 