Sweet Quiet

Sweet quiet of winter. Let the bony tree branches grasp at dying souls.

For they are the souls of the weak.

The souls of the people that could not survive the troubled schedule of the hectic work week.

And for they we weep.

With kindest regards,

The Translator

All Hail

 

All hail the might- no, no that was done already.

Beware the great and the pow- no that ones been done also. mighty m- and so is that one.

are all the good titles and name for unspecific deity-things already taken?

How can people expect things to happen now?

With kindest regards,

The Translator

Insult me

Yes, insult me because you want to make yourself feel better.

Drawing your self worth from causing another's pain is such the smart thing.

My sarcasm is bitter and strong. your words are weak in my eyes.

For I know my self worth is not yours to judge.

With kindest regards,

The Translator

13th

Happy Friday the 13^th!

Because, why not?

With kindest regards,

The Translator

in the workforce

So much hate in the workforce. Yet so much hate for it. 

Need and want and suffering. Would you like a latte with that?

With kindest regards,

The Translator