Monday, November 20, 2006

I've Run Out of Things to Think About

I don't know what to do.

Below, I have copy/pasted 3 sections from an application form I'm attempting to fill in. With these 3 sections, I know not what to do:

Chart

Please draw a chart showing your position in your present or most recent organisation


Interests

What general interests to you have outside your work?


Experience

Please use this space to give further details of your training, experience and other skills in support of your application (additional sheets may be attached as necessary).



It would appear that one is descending into the banal, since one cannot locate ones rant mechanism in order to write something displaying a personality, passion or potential.
And one is incapable of gainfully employing ones enthusiasm and turning it to a new venture.

I regret to say, it would appear, one has regressed, and become an Emo, or a Bored, possibly a Discontent, or even an Overly Content (since one strives for nothing more).

It's vicious, and not even a real problem, which I suppose makes it all the more crippling.

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  1. Anonymous10:23 pm

    We found a path between trees
    Which overlooked a farmer's field;
    Stooped with bended knees,
    Undone, unwrapped, unpeeled,
    We hid from prying eyes.
    I once held a small bird in my hand
    and its shiver was its heartbeat.
    Our carefully-balanced four-legged stand
    shivvered with our heartbeats.
    We hid from prying eyes.

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  2. I close my eyes, and imagine
    your arms around me,
    so firm, so comforting.
    I close my eyes and remember
    your face when you sing,
    driving beside me.
    I close my eyes and remember
    my breath smells of milk
    to you in the morning;
    empty pizza boxes,
    empty bottles,
    cold cups of tea;
    I remember you and me,
    hidden
    under piles of clothes and blankets,
    your knees between mine.
    I close my eyes
    and picture you standing immobile
    a statue in a hurricane
    then later, flapping your arms
    giggling like my face
    was the funniest thing in the world.
    I close my eyes
    and you are there before me,
    your arms reaching to me,
    and all the pain goes,
    and away goes the fear.
    I open my eyes
    and you are not here.

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