Fighting over nothing ...  Eh wrong
When you think you have something
Then you fight ..
Eh sure.. better that nothing

1. Making something out of nothing
That is not something to fight over
But something to fight for
..
2. Might be right
(3*)Making nothing into something
And fighting together

To make nothing into something
That is a life worth living for

That's everything I think that might
Change a thing..
Someday into to
1-day
Step 1
To
3  - 3rd Rock from from the sun.
Say Cheese!!! :)

incredible
literally
virtually
true

if you can gnow

rants from reason
which, btw
once renamed notre dame,
to feed a blood-lusting mob,

to keep it from coming to reason;

if you can gnow all that good and evil can be,
then way past kipling, or shakenspears
du kennst find

a satisfied credible literal
peace during
virtual musings
keeping time with chaos in
sweet suasion so sweet almost too
sweet to be
credible,

but not. That's the key. Knowing
true.

As we work we talk
...that's how it goes

about what needs to be done
...differently according to the boss:

more with less
...the other way around would be nonsense:

creativity is our strength
...that's what it is about:

we have to show it
...it is sink or swim

whether the financiers believe in us
...We do it together

extra commitment is deciding
...only the best remain

That's it, as long as it takes
...to change everything

even if it takes longer than expected
...And beware of the gaps

work around them creatively
...or we'll fall into them

Living from day to day by opening cold every morning;
The comedian, in no mood for leisurely reminiscence
how ironic

Each morning, I wake before God has roused
The sun,
And that is just what we must do: To complete the busy-making-madness of a job. To compose the email, to manipulate the story, to rope the client, to extol the virtues of money and shore up the pillars of industry.

Though we sigh as we do: there is no shine in an empty inbox. Not that we ever see it—

Each day, we are gaveled:
More, and greater, and bigger, and best. Which is exactly what we do, but our wrangling and sending and crafting and praising of profit is never sufficient: More, and greater, and bigger, and bester than best.

In the sands of the sun, we are erecting Ozymandias.

—fired not by passions, not by growth, not by light, but by false engines: caffeine and fear and shame.

It is 7pm on a Tuesday and I hear the sun whisper, its orange lids closing: I have risen and shone another day. So have you. Now:

Rest.

I knew it was a long shot
Knew I'd end up with another broken heart
But despite the risk I let you back in
After almost a year apart
Because I couldn't get you off my mind
Not for a day or even an hour or two
And if you were so deeply stuck in my thoughts
That meant it was worth starting over new
Now we are here trying our best
But it's not quite what we hoped it would be
The love I feel for you is stronger than ever
But I can't seem to make you see

I just want you to smile once more
And make you happy like I did before