Deus ex Machina: A Digital Bloodletting

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10 14 09'

Written by Mr Ees

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The web project I have been doing all summer is officially done.  I just posted the last page.  There is a minimal tidbit of data left to verify, but the posting and creation is done.  It’s a good feeling and has been a huge undertaking.  With over 4G of raw data to manually transfer and verify, it’s been a arduous journey.

The learning process has been very good dealing with the old and new technologies.

That in itself has opened up 3 new projects, and a possible 4th.

I had a lunch meeting today about the newest project and discussion of content redesign.

For now, I’m exhausted and going home.

#endtrans

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Web_Dev, Work/Job

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Devoted despots

10 14 09'

Written by Mr Ees

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Sometimes the universe is just a cruel mistress.
Caressing you gently and arousing you.  Only to jump on your sack with stiletto heels.

Teasing you with a carrot on a stick.

Then to sate her own lust, jabs said stick in your milk dud…with no warning, and no kiss.

Toyed and played with carelessly.  Granted a small taste of something, then be smacked in the back of the head and forced to spit it out.

Standing on your tip-toes, arms outreached
Finger tips extended
Stretching
Pulling
Reaching
Shaking
Almost….there…..just….a…little…

Fall.

In the end, it’s just a sinister joke.

And fucking cruel.

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Longing, Mood, Something Lost

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Will work for….?

10 13 09'

Written by Mr Ees

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Why is it, that everyone who “knows” me, keeps asking me to fix their computer problems for free?

Using that logic, why don’t I “know” a fucking whore?

I assume they keep asking me, because I’m good.  Again, apply the same logic.

Piss.

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Mood, Work/Job

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The Regulator

10 12 09'

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I see that lantern trimmed low burning in our home.
And though I feel like crying, I swear tonight, I’ll cry no more.

How many times have I prayed
That I would get lost along the way?

Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head.
The regulator’s swinging pendulum.

Come with me and walk the longest mile.

Is his wallet leather? Is his wallet fat?
For not a year later it’s got you lying on your back.
You should have closed your windows and got another dog.
You should have chained up all the doors and switched up all the locks.

And how many times have I prayed
The angels would speed me away.

Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head.
The regulator’s swinging pendulum.

Come with me and walk the longest mile.

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Mood, Songs

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Silence

10 12 09'

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Today was a day to be still and quiet.  Mostly spent in solitude, and speaking no words.
Reflecting.

Listening.

One friend is celebrating the beginning of a new life, and expecting the third child.
Another, I had to celebrate the ending of her mothers life, by attending her funeral.

Just a taciturn day of cogitation.

Waiting.  Patient.

I guess it’s only fitting that I type just as little.

#endtrans

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God, Longing

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