a fortress made of blankets, chairs, imagination, a flashlight, and two hours of time to kill. simple, clean. good god i don’t need a reason! what’s changed? expectations? whose? not mine. and what the fuck do i care? and who the fuck would say something anyway? jealous much? my time is mine all the time. do what you want with yours. it’s all about the sweet slow illusion of control anyway. construct a world or let one go. my grip is good, organizational skills 8 out of 10. a fair judgement. the biggest pig in the world. i run this shit. even my boss knows it. there is no compromise. except for the compromise that’s built into the concrete structure of it all. i’ve planned for everything. i’ve sketched it all out ahead of time. diagrams, graphs, charts, etc to account for the randomness of it all. the roof is sagging (right on time i might add) but we can squat and we can always build a bigger chair and get more blankets. why am i explaining this? did you not read the manifesto? it’s all in there. it’s all been there from the beginning, even the revisions were part of the original vision. step into my office. this is where it all begins began and will again. close the flap and sit native american style here on the floor and i’ll show you. just slide me those lego’s.
