Category: frustration

The Heavens (day 195)

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This journey has been tortured and turned with the omnipresent glare of the eagle
The desires of conquest have been hindered by the scorn of angels
The love has never been spared by cupid, nor by a hungry lover’s eyes
Yet the gears still turn, the ride still rolls

This ascent has been beaten with brutality of breath
Baited with the promise of one pure and descending glance towards the worlds we’ve passed through
A view from the heavens, a wonderfully epic moment of hysteria
As the clouds below part and clarity is felt like the needle sinking in

Mother, won’t you cry with me, die with me
As the young ladies last romance curled its gnarly fingers around the seeping demise
Withered air collapsing into the cruel hands of zero gravity
Mother, won’t you cry with me? Die with me.

Waste of Time (day 191)

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Do you think I’d let your mind roam around
Like the freedom of thought in the darkness?

Awake late at night with the creeks creeping in
A sultry Satan grows tall at this hour

Divine interplay, devise other ways
Don’t walk away from the truth of the matter

Lyrical mythicist, heavenly temptress
My eyes are on you all day through

No matter how long I spend at this daunt
No translucent luminescence is consumed

Which leads me to believe,
In spite all my grief
I’ve needlessly felt and consumed

A Typical Day at The Desk (day 188)

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for (me = startOfDay:endOfDay)
slam keys ;
slam keyboard ;
slam head on desk ;
pace in circles madly ;
starve self ;

if (small little amount of success appears)
boil water for tea ;
have some chocolate covered almonds ;
eat some delicious banana bread ;
end

implant ass in well worn chair ;
look at emails but ignore them ;
struggle and scratch head ;
stretch arms ;

if (point of frustration is beyond control)
take small break to do some yoga ;
end

end

cout << “haha, you’ll never get here” ;

Compile Errors (day 187)

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I see lines and lines
That spin real fast
They close they open
They slam on the brakes

The time it took
For this built code
Is far too long
And moving far too slow

Perhaps I’m inadequate
Perhaps my skill’s low
Perhaps it’s just hard
Complicated computations

I’ve tried very hard
I’ve not slept much at all
I’ve not seen the outdoors
It seems it’s years

So please, dear computer
Make my night tonight
Make me happy inside
With a compile to smile about