Demo 1

Life is bleak. Mundanity in my work makes me whole.

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My work clothes are always the same. I do not have many dresses. I like the sound of the zippers and the tightness of the leather because I do not have to wonder how they will fit.

They are always too small.

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Yesterday I worked. I enjoyed my quick high-powered visit. Today I work just the same. I need banality because I will always have space. At this point my resume is immaculate and I have no questions as to my competence. I believe in the good nature of people in spite of all I have experienced.

I think I need apply to more work. I have a personal grudge with managerial entities. How can you feel pride in the management of menial task. You cannot justify your job to your superiors nor your employees because you are always the least qualified. I am always at the bottom of my work. Telling me a story won’t make me like it more. I am very sure about what I desire.

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“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams. I feel I know you so well that I couldn’t know you better if I had known you twenty years. Who knows. Perhaps you have reconciled me with myself. Resolved all my doubts. My God. A moment of bliss. My God. A moment of bliss. My God. A moment of bliss. My God. A moment of bliss. My God. A moment of bliss. Why is that not enough for a whole lifetime?”