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Survival of the Sluttiest: sleeping your way to the top of the corporate food chain.

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sometimes the little that we have is better than the nothing we might be left with

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If whilst trying to pick yourself up and move on you should trip and fall flat on your face again, try crawling for a while. The view is kinda interesting from down here.

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Life isn't for the faint of heart or the morally just. If you keep believing life's not going to unexpectedly kick you in the ass then you're going to get up off the ground wondering what the hell just happened. Better to be prepared to kick back. At least you get a fair fight that way.

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Maybe we're all supposed to be alone; with random bursts of happiness to lull us into a false sense of security only to have the rug pulled out from under our feet when we're looking the other way. That should be our status update for life.

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How many times do you struggle to your feet only to be shoved down again, before you say fuck it, i'm done?

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randomly coming across writing that is pure genius makes me feel like an illiterate buffoon.

(i initially wrote "retard" instead of "illiterate buffoon" then realised that retards live in their own world of colourful whimsy and that i'm not worthy of the description)

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We constantly seem to be on the brink of something. The start of, the end of, even the middle is a standing ground for some sort of left or right turn. When ever are we going to be satisfied with our lot? Is the need for a better state of being ever going to abate? Even when we say that we are content with our lot, do we not secretly wish that someone somewhere would pick up the phone and dial our number? Do we ever let go of the remnants of yesterday that echo in the misty corridors of our mind, or do we let them hover behind the cobwebs, dormant, waiting to be unleashed at our most vulnerable moments.

Why do I sometimes write such sanctimonious tosh? J

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Took my dignity, stomped on it and spat at it a few times to make sure it was dead.

It was.

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Time is a tease; it rushes by when you want it to stay still and pauses for coffee and a fag when life’s at its chaotic worst

Musings (1)

Do you wave as life passes you by; or do you trip it up and say, hang on, I’m coming along for the ride.