he spent a decade working for a
cellular telephone company whose singleminded unrelenting paranoia went by the namethe
bark! CHURN
CHURN was hardwired into every
employees skullthe sole purpose of their working existence and more if they werent
careful
corporate resembled an anthill a
bee hive a communal mind
he tried to speak truth to that mind
if he had lucky stars he would have thanked them
he made no mistakehe was keenly aware of his unmitigated
fortune he was hiredhis employment
preceded the advent the cancer of
corporate culture
he couldnt get
hired now he hadnt an anglehe couldnt
beat the culture gatekeepers
the
loyalist the army ant warriors
corporate culture has metastisised its been welded it is inflexible shit descends from on-high and flows very hard underlings wont dare question authority not if they want to ascend
while working the daily CHURN the numbers his department generated why generate? why not ameliorate? were
the best among the various departments
their numbers werent half of those
nationally published
one would have thought their
efforts would have been rewarded he
did loudly
corporate: You have a job. You should be thankful you
have one.
he never learned out of whose
mouth that came
he asked
now on the other side of CHURN his
assessment remains intact unperturbed unchanged CHURN is peverse
cunthowever might take that as a compliment
he wasnt entirely convinced cunt
understood churn
his fledgling and flailing and
failing young administration cranked out historic or ahistoric percentages
but
maybe whats turned sidewise in the
presidents thinskinned thin eggshell skull churn is an adjectivedescriptive perhaps he believes it touts his churning his spattering bubblingmagma his churning juices his vitality after all didnt he reel inbed a
porn star a Playboy bunny foreplayed with and fingered bevies of beauties “And
when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.” his chorus(khoros)his
echo(eche): Whatever you want. “Yes. Whatever I want.”
his Big Being all tied up in his seminal vas deferens which possibly in Cuntian means: “I am to be afforded seminal deference.”
couldnt you see him nodding like
a drinking ostrich
he could
2344, Day-Between-Two-Ts, 28 3. 18
1451, Thursday,
29 3. 18
1028 days remaining or fewer
https://imgur.com/gallery/pT8TNO9 lose the hat give it coiffured blonde hair
5:40 minute-mark isnt a bad place
to start: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0pBEeYFwR0
