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David Barr Feb 2014
Conflict resolution is like a field of mines where shrapnel explodes and uncertain footings pervade their way through the flesh of our workplace relationships.
Professionalism has crossed invisible boundaries beyond the realms of Saturn, don’t you think?
Please, will you consider having political interactions on the territory upon which I reside? You will then truly understand the mechanics of being.
I can correct you. But you must be willing.
Come on, babe! I dare you to venture outside of the box of predictability, because we can then truly arrive at a mutual understanding.
David Barr Feb 2014
I have died many times in this short life.
But, I have to inform you:
I am not even a cat.
David Barr Feb 2014
There is such a conflict between ontology and task.
Being and doing collide in our ****** society where the earning of favour is diametrically opposed to cosmological principles.
Our identity is secure and is not to be ever found in what we think that we may do.
I really want to eat some bacon and eggs right now.
Do you know why?
Because olfactory memories trigger naïve preferences where footballs crash through open windows.
I have walked up spiralling stairwells, where moths flutter in ghastly avoidance.
David Barr Feb 2014
I love old school motorbikes and their purring sound as they emit fragrances which trigger animosity and innocence.
It’s a total eclipse of the heart, don’t you think?
*******, Lunatics, Undesirables and Eccentrics. That is the essential nature of angelic blue.
Forget those polished ambassadors of what is deemed to be contemporary.
Chop it up, Chewbacca, whilst spanners are thrown with obscene articulations.
It has been said that my father violently placed a bike in the canal.
David Barr Feb 2014
Permit me to generate mass quantities of oxygen amidst this brazen harlot of political sophistication.
When we think about the metaphorical breath of fresh air, we are suggesting stagnancy at the very least.
I am not an arsonist, yet am firmly acquainted with those ****** impulses when they ignite the endless shreds of time.
So, my fiery spark of deviance, although arsenic is a metalloid which strengthens copper and lead, I give serious consideration to lemonade, marshmallows and pencils.
Flicker your glowing being around my place on this day of disgusting warmth.
David Barr Feb 2014
It is important for North Americans to creep out of their box of competitiveness and shallow threat.
What is there to prove? And what do you truly fear?
Feather your nest, my disgusting and chameleon-like bane of miserable existence.
What is your exact destination?
We need to sit down somewhere quiet, and talk.
David Barr Feb 2014
Expectations of gender stereotypes invoke the psychopath that lurks in the deepest recesses of my soul.
Maternal and paternal influences reek of disconnected ambivalence.
When I think of knowledge, I am reminded of apple pie.
I may not be able to undertake mechanical and electrical tasks, but I can truly profile.
Although our instincts may be somewhat dangerous, I am compelled to make those savoury simplicities that are characterised by yeast, cheese and the pride of a mother.
Have you ever been to Balmore?
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