Saturday, January 14, 2006

Fuck Me!

I work down at the plant. Making fucking plastic. You know the shit. Chances are the plastic in your computer, the very one you are using right now, I made. If it's cracked or broken, discoloured or whatever, then that was me.

What's life in the plant like?

We call it Iraq. Out on the floor. Fucking chaos. Noise. Chaos. Stupidity.

See how I used the word chaos twice. That's what the place does to you. Your mind and body are so full of shit and dust and mindless rhetoric and company bullshit and acronymns and the plotting and machinations of dumbass coworkers...

Fuck me.

We are human landfill. We gotta be somewhere. It's cheaper and more efficient than jail.