I have been waiting for Destiny.

her lovely touch to jolt me

to pass through me

into my life

I have been waiting

for Destiny sitting and waiting

but in all my hopes in

my dreams

I wouldn’t have thought

Destiny would have been looking

looking

fore me.

pleasefireme:

Please fire me. This is the microwave my coworkers use to heat their lunches.  Every time someone uses it, the office smells like a mixture of spaghetti, fish, and beans.

at my job i once had a dirty microwave. i swabbed it and grew the bacteria in a dish for a few days, took pictures of what i found and posted them near the microwave.

it is clean now.

View full size

pleasefireme:

Please fire me. This is the microwave my coworkers use to heat their lunches.  Every time someone uses it, the office smells like a mixture of spaghetti, fish, and beans.

at my job i once had a dirty microwave. i swabbed it and grew the bacteria in a dish for a few days, took pictures of what i found and posted them near the microwave.

it is clean now.

to those that follow me on tumblr, I know I’m the sketchy follower that follows and likes maybe one or two of your posts every few months. Think of me as the extra in the back of the coffee shop of your favorite tv show. I don’t have many lines, nor do I actually make many appearances, but hey. My name is in the credits.

I enjoy your lives. like I figuratively enjoy sitting in that coffee shop.

benched on the sideline, wall flowered, and background.

-Jeremiah

curled up old man

in my hand

outstretched for you to receive

exchange for change and let it go

fractions of decimals of ratios

2 for one, buy one get one free

get one for me, get one buy one

get two for me.

I have seventy two of the same shirts at home

better make it seventy three

go to the old store, the best store the new store.

big box, with the coupon ads and gimmicks galore

the bright new waxed floor

the one giving jobs to the poor.

store manager, out front smiles all right

like its a fire light

a fire sale, all must go.

no over time, just shift time

over and over and over for the dime

6 hours of the same damn rhyme

all for the crumpled man now in my hand

an exchange of goods

a buy one get one free small deposit fee

taxes not included, shipping and handling

a limited edition plastic piece, only one hundred made

only one hundred sold, to the soul.

of the old crumpled up man in my hand.

me, every day.

(Source: decidedlylazy)

Dawn Theme finely crafted by Kulor