Like I shot from a gun a I explode from my cubicle, disgorging myself from the drab grey dreariness that taints me like the hull of a grey battleship. My black umbilical cord that tethers me to my phone like freakishness life support systems snaps and sets me loose upon the world like bestial afterbirth I am free. Free at last time to unleash the beast with in. two days off at last what to do? I smirk to myself as I walk out the door as only I will know.


Just like the pied piper let rats rule the streets ,Dance like the marionette, swaying to the symphony of destruction.- dave mustane -megadeth