wake up

Tim (my boss): Frank, get started on that MediaBase project, you know which one I'm talking about.

Me (to myself, complete with cloud bubble popping out of my head): I don't know what MediaBase project he's talking about. Most of the time I'm thinking about drugs and Phishing.

Coffee machine woes, productivity, professionalism, output, input, ctrl-Alt-delete, BHAG's, 20-year goals, company values, strategic goals--fuck all that shit.

Fuck this urban capitalist experiment, I'm dropping out. Tune in, turn on and drop out. We're gonna make it do what it's gonna do baby, and it ain't doing. Never has never will.

"I have made a big decision. I'm gonna try to nullify my life."

While I'm thinking of it: The Backyard Salvia Sessions are going down soon. Pregame it with your favorite psychonauts on Saturday nights, 6-10 pm. Confirmed resident performers Professor Plum and Tumble Dry Low bring the psychedelia. Relax in the cool of the evening and let the time slip away before you head out to da club. 2210 Durant House. Check it. Respek.
Salvia Sessions: Lose your mind.

"cause when the blood begins to flow, when it shoots up the dropper's neck, and I'm closing in on death..."

"Music is my occupation, cause I'm a Rasta Man"

"You can’t help me not you guys, and All you sweet girls with all your sweet talk. You can all go take a walk. And I guess I just don’t know, And I guess I just don’t know."

"Be Big Business man. I'm a Rasta Man. I hope you understand."