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Waste paper & ink via corporate endeavors— no doubt noble. Vicariously sit still or swivel around— Oh, corporate freedom! The aircon's never felt this cold, the coffee never this expensive (& free, but a mirage is a mirage.) the elevator never this wild & brimming with life. Braindead oblivion is a natural high.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
XI. Can't Be Tamed
Waste paper & ink via corporate endeavors— no doubt noble. Vicariously sit still or swivel around— Oh, corporate freedom! The aircon's never felt this cold, the coffee never this expensive (& free, but a mirage is a mirage.) the elevator never this wild & brimming with life. Braindead oblivion is a natural high.
First week at my first ever job—done. Next: death.
lyra-o
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
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