Parables I created while stuck in a cubicle 3 months ago

parables:


Traveling is better done with other people.

Trust people until they break that trust, then don’t trust them again

Coffee is extremely addicting

I can be as disciplined as I want to be

Don’t be too complacent but don’t be in too much in a hurry either

Sex doesn’t make everything ok; it just makes everything a lot better

Offices are soul-sucking places which inspire gossiping, backstabbing, lovehandles, and flabby asses

If you constantly move from place to place then people will miss you and treat you better than if you are dependably around all the time

Don’t be ashamed of your shortcomings, they are probably also your strengths

The law never really does anything, and when it does manage to do something it is entirely inadequate and required way more work and bullshit then it was worth.

Environmental law is a joke. We brutally demolish more forests with needless copying and endless boxes of documents than construction companies ever will building houses.

Pretend to be confident and others will believe you are and, eventually, they will trick you into believing it too.

People don’t usually surprise. Most follow routines and those that don’t follow routines don’t follow them routinely.

Don’t try to be everything to everyone but try to be something to someone.

College is a rare environment, hopefully you took advantage of it.

You aren’t a drug addict or an alcoholic, you are a college student, and soon you won’t be one, but will you be the other?

Being afraid of having a social phobia isn’t the same as having a social phobia.

Being sensitive and neurotic had its downsides but I also miss it. Insensitivity and pragmatism are comfortable but more predictable and less creative.
There we were on the brink of salvation and despair.


poetry:

Sweaty circles dancing

Lunacy noises in the night

Two figures cut morbid silhouettes in the night

Creeping



Beats dripping base like a Novocain dream

The crowd raised their hands, extended fingers jabbing sky

Electronics, lasers, pastels, big belt buckles, tribal paint, funny vests, feathers and body glitter

and the two slithery shapes tapped their feet,

so sly, lurking and creeping



chills are running up spines

sweat puddling, running in rivulets

it’s what the party runs on, its steam and its engine

the motor of the thing is that human feeling

the crowd howls and squeels

bodies shake and brains shiver

behind frosted sunglasses four eyes stare as four legs lightly pump

those two slinky fellows straight creeping


there's the creeps among humans like vampires amidst mortals

blood suckin, bass humpin...scene feelin, adrenaline stealin