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eating over the office kitchen sink. no sleep again tonight.

a single aim. dedicated.

i want that.


i need that.

-funkdoobiest: dedicated-



-digicamography, photoshop-

there is no greater degree of certainty than what that is reflected in her eyes.

voluntary collision

you be you and I’ll be me, today and today and today, and let’s trust the future to tomorrow. let the stars keep track of us. let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet.

-jerry spinelli: love, stargirl-


-digicamography, photoshop-

i guess the only way is up. and boy oh boy what a long climb this will be…

round and round

round and round i go. where will i stop? i will never know.

tired blood

i have been putting off flying for far too long, so it’s across the seas to jakarta, again.

man… i am so tired, i need fresh blood…

I’m so tired of the same old crud
Sweet baby, I need fresh blood

-eels: fresh blood-

ad hoc

winning an account is a tough job, especially when the previous agency has a giantdeathgrip on it. so we hock ourselves little by little, hoping that with each tease and show of skills, the account would fall into our lap.

they grovel in hopes the account will stay in their hands, like discarded spouses. we play ourselves with our best bits on show, like prospective mistresses.

strung along.

little by little we sell what’s left of ourselves that is not on display.

ad hoc.

that’s what prostitutes do after all.