fingers unleashed

it has become increasingly apparent that you are not motivated to get a real job. in fact i am informed by a most reliable source that there is little to no brain activity in the sector. a final warning is now being issued and if the deadline is not respected you will automatically self-destruct. - the critic

ok. fuck. you want to know the truth?! what i want. i want to hang out with david lynch. that's what i want. i am defining one goal and that is it. hang out with david lynch. i want to paint with him by his pool.

i do not want to work for any fucking financial company, in marketing or as a pa or as anything else. i want to get paid to glue buttons and foam and connect miles of blinky lights all the while knowing that soon it'll all be in the trash. i do not want to join the real world. it is bullshit. call me a coward. call me a rebel. whatever.

i want creative control. i want to get little jolts of electricity from exchanging particles with very alive people. i want to talk to david lynch about that place in between. i dont want to work in a bank.

fuck banking.fuck the suit people. fuck selling. fuck product. fuck consumer confidence. fuck giving up who you are to become "a professional".

and fuck writer's block.

sent off another 10 resumes in 24 hrs. get ready to lie and shake hands and smile.

i need to get out of this town.