Ookay, I'm still a dork. Whatever. I'm also forever and a half behind on my inbox and it ain't looking purdy that I'm gonna get caught up in the near future [read: ever]. Work is kicking my tail something fierce and is only gonna get worse. I've recently found out I'm getting promoted (which is a funny word to use as I'm not getting a raise) to the head of Human Resources for insurance or some such nonsense. Basically, the job is gonna blow and I'm gonna be banging my head on my desk more than ever and probably losing my religion (heh heh) during phonecalls with folks who want to torture me. Yayyyy. But it's a job and I got it, so la la la. <--my crack at optimism.
In other news, I'm so beyond stoked to have gotten a DD on this here poem:
Dear Parents:Strike the soft skin of your children; leave marks.
Go on: show them how hard they must become
to be like you.
Mold them to be mindless: coach them to react
with fists; make them believe that words have
Shape them into an almighty monster: modern man.
Destroy their purity and imagination by damning them
with absurd words of a god who previous men
Teach children to follow a leader, and to not ever
break the circle they belong to, so society never
Above all: train them to question love, even your own.
I'm super proud of this poem and it means a lot that it's had a mostly positive reaction. So thanks to everyone who read, commented, fav'd, or just didn't act like an assface about the topic. You're all lovely. Well, most of you. (The trolls were gross, but no one likes them, anyway.) So major thanks to the wickedly amazing GrimFace242 for featuring the poem and to the forever lovely LiliWrites for giving him a nudge to do so. Y'all are beautiful people. I'm SO SORRY I've not been able to reply to everything or thank everyone for their kindness, but life is an eww-face. So anyway, thanks to all of you, and to the new watchers: I'm not terribly post-y these days, but I like to chit-chat when I'm around.
I miss all of you! Keep me updated on all of your shenanigans!