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F33R my +3 Shift Of Lateness

 
  

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Saint Keggers
22:49 / 11.04.05
Im probably just going to get a telemarketingjob or something like that to pay the bills and save my creative talents for my own uses.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
22:53 / 11.04.05
I'm good at copying stuff (drawing-wise- I'm pretty fucking smart at that)... it's just getting ideas from my head onto paper as drawing that fucks me. I'm also crap at describing people's appearances- I think it's the visual bit I'm shit at, really.
I should probably give it more of a go, though, really. It is one of those things I gave up on without putting too much effort in.
 
 
The Puck
22:53 / 11.04.05
nooooooooo a job like that will kill your soul, fuck it then kill it and leave it in a ditch.
 
 
Alex's Grandma
22:55 / 11.04.05
But, Dude,

That's what 'they' want you to do.

The bloody bastahds....
 
 
Saint Keggers
22:55 / 11.04.05
eh...I wasn't really using it anyway.
 
 
Bed Head
23:01 / 11.04.05
Oh, but Stoat, dude, you can write. Like, brilliantly well. God, I wish I could write.

And poor you, puck. Insomnia is horrid. Lying there and knowing that the whole of the next day is going to be fucking rubbish and there’s nothing you can do about it.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
23:02 / 11.04.05
I managed telemarketing for a week and a half. They didn't want me to leave, it was like the Moonies or something.
What they didn't realise was that I may sound DAMN good on the phone (which I do, if may I say so myself) but I'm shit at selling stuff.

Fuck it, do it, if it'll pay your bills. I'm sure you can keep your soul safe from those fucks.

Just.. just don't ever use the word "diarise" or even "diarize" in a late shift, okay? That's become my measure of soulselliness recently.
 
 
The Puck
23:02 / 11.04.05
i spent 9 months on the fones of a accounts payable department (for Compass in fact, yes the company that was providing all that shit food that jamie oliver was crying about).

it was....horrible, the spirit had been beaten out of my collegues long ago and the joys of a stapler and a chair on wheels can only go so far.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
23:05 / 11.04.05
It all depends on the strength of the spring in the staple, Puck...
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
23:07 / 11.04.05
Stapler, that should have been.

"Stapler" would have just been silly. Like, imagine if Fred Dibnah'd been a staplejack. That would have been too dumb even for telly. Except maybe if he hung out with Morph.
 
 
The Puck
23:07 / 11.04.05
i was also bloody good on the fones, charming, polite and a bare faced liar

which was a huge part of my job

"of course, ive just changed the payment terms of your account and your cheque will be out on the next payment run.........my name?.. yes its (enter blaggname here)
 
 
The Puck
23:10 / 11.04.05
It all depends on the strength of the spring in the stapler

yes but there are only so many times you can almost take a supervisors eye out before you get blaise about the whole thing
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
23:13 / 11.04.05
almost take a supervisors eye out

Ah, y'see... the "almost" is the sticking-place, isn't it?
 
 
The Puck
23:14 / 11.04.05
in the end he just started casually dodging them, like bond would a bullet.
 
 
Saint Keggers
23:16 / 11.04.05
Well its a job selling company infobooks to other companies..so its not like they have a soul either.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
23:17 / 11.04.05
Hold on...


...you were working for ninjas?

No wonder...
 
 
Saint Keggers
23:18 / 11.04.05
I wonder if I can get a job on a pirate ship..
 
 
The Puck
23:20 / 11.04.05
do you have your own monkey?
 
 
Saint Keggers
23:25 / 11.04.05
I can get a brassmonkey.
 
 
Bed Head
23:26 / 11.04.05
Bootlegging, keggers. Bootlegging. There’s always money in illicit grog.
 
 
Saint Keggers
23:30 / 11.04.05
Not since the accidental poisonings of 03... I can still hear the screams at night.
 
 
Bed Head
23:35 / 11.04.05
So, you have a second string to your bow as a hired killer. Poisoning’s totally in again, it’s the choice if you want a truly fashionable assassination.
 
 
Saint Keggers
23:39 / 11.04.05
But there's just no good reason to poison nowadays. Its all so...jejune.
 
 
The Puck
23:39 / 11.04.05
pah poisoning is so passe, killing with animals is the new strangulation. i locked a tiger in a ambassadors bedroom the other night, and the night before took out a dodgy despot with thousands of leeches.
 
 
The Puck
23:41 / 11.04.05
the week before that a sowed a rabid meercat to someones face i didnt get paid for that one, i was just curious.
 
 
The Puck
23:43 / 11.04.05
i sewed? i did sew? sow did i ?

english is hard
 
 
Saint Keggers
23:46 / 11.04.05
English is easy... pinless grenade juggling is hard.
 
 
Saint Keggers
23:47 / 11.04.05
BTW Stoatie is NOT being rude..although it may appear that way. Its a posting limits thang, yo wouldn't understand.
 
 
The Puck
23:47 / 11.04.05
just spelling pinless grenade juggling is hard
 
 
Bed Head
23:48 / 11.04.05
But there's just no good reason to poison nowadays

Dude, the money! the money’s your reason to poison. You could hire yourself out as a party poisoner. Is all I’m saying. It’s either that or telesales.

Puck knows. I’m liking the leeches, I can think of one or two people I’d pay to have leeched to death.
 
 
Suedey! SHOT FOR MEAT!
23:52 / 11.04.05
I WILL LEECH YOU! TO THE DEEEEATH!
 
 
Saint Keggers
23:52 / 11.04.05
Hehehe I mis-read your post as : It’s either that or tentacles.
 
 
The Puck
23:53 / 11.04.05
just give me the no old son.

btw it does take ages so dont rush me
 
 
Saint Keggers
23:54 / 11.04.05
Im really not into the whole death thing though...can I just give them a persistant cough or maybe a bad case of dandruff?
 
 
The Puck
23:56 / 11.04.05
that should read nod, tiredness is frying my brain.

it was taking so long to leech someone to death in his sleep once he actully woke up and started gettting ready for work.

dead before he touched his cornflakes. oh yes
 
  

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