๐งต Nothing but a #rant
I am quite literally unable to work.
I am unable to sit in the sweltering heat in a darkened make-shift work space at home tethering my laptop to the 3G (is it even 3?) on my phone so I can get through part of the day's work, when every nerve & fibre
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I am quite literally unable to work.
I am unable to sit in the sweltering heat in a darkened make-shift work space at home tethering my laptop to the 3G (is it even 3?) on my phone so I can get through part of the day's work, when every nerve & fibre
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in my body & mind is silently screaming every curse word I have ever learned, & many new ones I am inventing on the daily, hurling them at every president, minister, MP, militia leader, war-lord current & former, pharmacy lord, fuel-station lord, bank lord (...)
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every & any single one of them that my mind cares to remember..
I am unable to work, thinking of all those who have no work to be unable to do.. of all those sitting down in silence mourning their dead, their killed, mourning their lives, mourning their tears, blood, & toil
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I am unable to work, thinking of all those who have no work to be unable to do.. of all those sitting down in silence mourning their dead, their killed, mourning their lives, mourning their tears, blood, & toil
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mourning their fates.
& so I curse again & more.
This time cursing every single devout acolyte & follower of those I had cursed before, cursing every single political party devotee, every single self-proclaimed warrior of their sect
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& so I curse again & more.
This time cursing every single devout acolyte & follower of those I had cursed before, cursing every single political party devotee, every single self-proclaimed warrior of their sect
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cursing every single apathetic pathetic cheerleader of the criminal gang.
My pulse races, anxiety has a field day across my solar plexus..
I have so much to do, & so much planning to do for the weeks ahead.
"Planning?!" My mind cracks up laughing
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My pulse races, anxiety has a field day across my solar plexus..
I have so much to do, & so much planning to do for the weeks ahead.
"Planning?!" My mind cracks up laughing
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enjoying the reprieve from cursing.
"Planning?! Planning what & how exactly?! Pray tell me your plans!"
& so I slip into another bout of cursing, staring at an ever-so-slightly flickering screen that is wondering how it will use up its remaining 30 some percent battery power.
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"Planning?! Planning what & how exactly?! Pray tell me your plans!"
& so I slip into another bout of cursing, staring at an ever-so-slightly flickering screen that is wondering how it will use up its remaining 30 some percent battery power.
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I curse every single one whose face I can conjure up, I rage against their being, I rage against my make-shift office space, against my sitting down doing so little of what I have to do, what I need to do, what I want to do...
I rage against an ineffectual rage.
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I rage against an ineffectual rage.
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I stare at the screen again, unable to work, unable to not work.
I take a deep breath, step outside on the balcony, stare up at a clear blue stretch, & catch myself seeking the bottom right corner of the sky to see how much battery life it may still have remaining.
I take a deep breath, step outside on the balcony, stare up at a clear blue stretch, & catch myself seeking the bottom right corner of the sky to see how much battery life it may still have remaining.
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