end of the line

Life's too short to bother with the fanciness to explain how I do not happen to like staying in line to get my head done, you’ll see what I mean. The question, no matter how you spin it; as in how are you? How have you been? Is as always: have you been staying in step, in other words, in line? People are afraid of those who are not in sequence to the step. It makes them look foolish for being in step. It might even cross their minds that they themselves are in the wrong step. Do not run nor cross the red line they say. If you go too far out in any direction, they will lose sight of you. They will feel threatened. Thinking that they are withdrawn in other words, not in part with something that they saw move away from them, they'll feel something's going on up in there that they don't know about.

Are you still here?

Then the revenge will set in. They will start thinking of how to get rid of you. Act mannerly towards them. If you don't, and you like being the asshole you are, they will take it personal. As you come directly in contact, do not make it a secret of how much you happen to require them. If they sense that you have no need for them, the first thing they will do is try to have you need them. If this doesn't work, they will tell you of how much they don't need you. If you do not show any sadness at a remark such as this, they will immediately tell other people of how much they don't need you. Your name will begin to come up in circles where people gather to talk about all the people they don't need or don't happen to desire. Whether you know it or not, you will become famous this way. Although you will only get the people who you don't need all the more angry, you will at the end of the day become a whole topic of conversation. Needless to say, these people who don't need you will start hating themselves for having to talk about you. Then you yourself will start hating yourself for causing so much hate. As you can see, it will all end in one great gunburst.

Don't you just hate gossip?

For my true believers, my new photo section from flickr is now up and running; I truly hope that the return of this section will shut you up. To be quite honest with you, I’d forgotten how much fun it is. As the visual stimuli happens to please to the observer you are, (never to be mirrored here) when it comes to commenting, I am not quite sure what you mean by ‘restrained’ when I ask you to tell me what you think. It worries me. All the stuff worth seeing anyway is migrated over there, and I don’t anticipate making any more posts here all too soon, following a long stretch of business, procrastination, and a bunch of other crap not worth explaining. Corresponding posts on the new site. Get it? Got it? Good.