#ceo
The Director stands
in his room like a farmer --
in his own courtyard.
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 3:58 AM UTC
I am my own boss,
I listen to my ownself.
I don't care if the people talk behind my backs,
I don't care if people throw away my ideas.
I know my worth,
I know what I'm capable of,
I know that if I just hold on,
I will reach my goal.
I am my own CEO,
I am not just a girl,
but I'm a woman with big dreams, big goals, and big plans.
In the end,
You'll see,
how I will push you behind,
and wear a crown on my head.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
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Cubism brought the
omniscient narrator
into the visual arts &
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traveling far enough
from the center of the
universe makes the universe
seem actually tiny &
finally, imperceptible,
all that is time-travel, god &
ordinary life: is relativity,
the math of the diameter;
quantum mechanics, that
of the circumference
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the Russian avant-garde
of the 'teens & 20's
applied these principles
to typography to serve
the supposedly omniscient
Soviet State;
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an early cold war
project of the NSA
was to fund the arts
as propaganda
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1950's & early 60's
America saw unbridled
expressions of mass,
individual, artistic &
intellectual
creativity:
facilitated in large
part by the invention
of LSD by the CIA
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so far the greatest mind
of recent times has been
essentially a disembodied
brain; RIP Stephen Hawking
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the future points to our brain
being salvageable from the
polluted mess of the body;
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Under Gretchen Carlson
Miss America is to be judged
on brains alone
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_That's Avante-Garde, *****
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Sometime
I disqualify myself
To get qualified as the CEO
Of self
I assume, you understand
Thank you
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
Converse shoes and sometimes vans.
Most of them aren't worn up because there's always new ones.
Skinny jeans and crop tops.
Whoever understood these shrinking styles?
This generation of despair and confusion.
Teens who look up to eachother more than their family.
Teens who find satisfaction on the side of a sharpener's razor or the end of a cigarette.
Teens who live in their young lives more than their parents ever did.
We're seeing chaos and ****** of little children.
Wars in countries that hates eachother.
The oxygen thats thinning right in front of our faces.
And how much poison being thrown at us, brainwashing youths and toddlers.
Making them miserable without them being aware of it.
But this is the generation that knows the power of loving eachother.
The generation that uses that power to stay alive.
We're living on the edge.
We're seeing what the world is becoming.
And we are the only hope, to get **** back on track.
Hell even adults say that.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
"Have you ever noticed
how we are always climbing
but never getting
anywhere?
up glass-sheered avocations
and suits with bonus ties—
up **** with temperamental husbands
and secretaries with Monroe thighs—?"
It was a rhetorical question, uncannily rhymed, in the wake of
Collinses. But he didn't know that.
"We are always climbing on
what other backs have built:
the greedy gringos and their
brown-backed buey—
but i'm for Scotch and soda
anyway."
He poured out spirits like amphoras of sin.
"Oh, never mind the mess—
please, sit down.
What's that?
The mess of lives, I mean, or whatever
it is that greases the greenbacked highway
to the corner office coronation."
He knew the prodigal flames that lit the
corporate torch—the cirque
that stood in steel. He said as much:
"Oh what a monstrous architecture
of avarice! What a makeshift it is
and so much lost for all these stacks of
stuff. Sad."
I pointed to the happy pair of smiles in a
company frame. Levity interrupted.
"What's that now?
No, i've been married three times,
divorced a perfect three.
I know what you're thinking—"
And here, he laughed as he slurried his rusty brown transgressions with an index finger.
"—lucky man, he slipped the shackle
three times.
And sure, I'm dynamite by numbers
but ******* say I'm not all that nice."
"So anyway," awkwardly pivoting his grease to grin,
"you'll take the job then,
and I'll be commandeering your soul?" With a shit-shitting smirk.
"It's a joke, of course—I can't just give you the job.
You'll have to show me you can climb—"
Starry-eyed empty ensued. It was enough to see
the rungs permutating above his head. Unclimbed.
"But we'll be in touch about opportunities—" he shook.
"You know—tits and stuff."
I didn't have the heart to tell him that I am, and always will be,
a homosexual.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
Janitor or CEO
If I want you
I'll do anything to have you
I don't expect it to come easy
The best things in life require work
But you can put the maximum amount of hours down for me
Because I'll put more into you than I'll ever do for me
Girl, you really make me warm
I want my kindness to swarm
Into your perfection
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC