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I died in my sleep last night

I died in my sleep last night
I woke up dead
Went off to slumber
To rest my head

and

I died in my sleep last night
Morbid visions
Found me with delight
Danced with demons

then

I died in my sleep last night
Couldn’t stop it
Ravaged, tormented
I thought of you

when

I died in my sleep last night
I think I’ll stay
Shed my bitter skin
Live a better day

I once knew a man

I once knew a man
Punched his gut
Laughed at stupid
Jacked off to smut

I once knew a man
Broke the toy
Wore skull earrings
Had him a boy

I once knew a man
Ugly as tar
Lived and loved hard
Sped off in his car

I once knew a man
And now he’s dead
Triflin’ woman
Blew off his head

The man behind the mask

The man behind the mask
Is jacking off to porn

The man behind the mask
Has to resist never coming back

The man behind the mask
Fantasizes about taboo

The man behind the mask
Doesn’t argue with destiny

The man behind the mask
Tears a hole and fucks it hard

The man behind the mask
Cries out in misery

The man behind the mask
Belies the naked countenance

The man behind the mask
Is scared and small and insignificant

The man behind the mask
Contemplated it more than once

The man behind the mask
Grieves, knowing what’s lost

The man behind the mask
Comforts himself with gin

The man behind the mask
Will wear the mask again

The black will turn to red

When the ink starts to itch, the black will turn to red
“Eke it out,” she laughed, if only to herself
I stopped and stared but shied away when she caught my eye

It wasn’t me down by the pool but I took the blame
Fine!
Cower.

When the black turns to red, the little ones turn to agony
You know, you’re a little asshole (I’m not sorry)
You know, it’s quiet when you’re not here

It came down and I tried to warn her; he didn’t believe me
You almost missed it
You lied like you always do

When the little ones turn to agony, I crawl into myself
“Eat it or I’ll cut your ear off!” he menaced
Don’t go too slow – there’s bears, you know.

Flutter. Dance. Naked in the room, unsure.
“You’re a little faggot, aren’t you?”
No.

When I crawl into myself, the itch comes again.

Textbroker and freelance writing

Well, I had a Textbroker account for all of, oh, maybe 18 hours.

I’ve been looking to do some freelance writing. I do a lot of communications and marketing at work, including a lot of technical writing. Always have, really, so why not go for it as a side biz? I have my biz license and I have my federal tax ID number and all that.

So I’ve been checking out freelance writing sites. A few places recommended Textbroker, so I signed up last night. In the morning, I saw that I was approved so I logged in, excited to see the opportunities!

Well, what a disappointment. It was just a bunch of crap that looked like auto-generated titles based on, most likely, some sort of search algorithm. You have to write 200 words articles for like 7/10 of one penny per word. That’s $2.10 for a 300 word article. Now, it doesn’t take me long to write 300 words, (this post is at 160 words already), but that’s not much money. And the topics are downright stupid.

To be fair, a couple actually looked like there were people behind them. But if you’re paying less than a penny per word, surely you’re not expecting much.

My conclusion is that this sort of service is where spammers and linkbaiters go to get content so that Google keeps them relevant. That ALONE will keep me away from sites like that. So I just closed my account a few minutes ago. I have WAY better things to do that will earn me more money than Textbroker ever would.

I signed up for Brighthub, too, and we’ll see how that goes. I have higher hopes for that. I’ve also browsed eLance.com, but a site that pays based on the LOWEST bidder also cannot have the best people looking/paying for content. Would you trust your writing to the lowest bidder? I wouldn’t.

I’ve got some books coming, though, that I ordered last week in a fit of “I can’t fucking stand my job any more” so hopefully they’ll come this week and I can get some ideas as to how to get some REAL paying clients and stay away from linkbaiters and spammers and people just looking to get clicks for ad revenue. Yuck!

Goldfish crackers

You wouldn’t think that Pepperidge Farm Goldfish Crackers are amusing. But they are. When you’re smoking weed. In the woods. While camping.

“The snack that smiles back,” indeed.

Then we probably fucked or something, I don’t remember. But damn, those goldfish crackers had us laughing for what seemed like hours.

Seriously, though, that kid when I was in the second grade that had the first ginormous box of goldfish crackers I’d ever seen… that kid was a dick. He had a ColecoVision and it had the Journey game on it, but I didn’t care. He invited me to go to Chuck E. Cheese’s with him, I was already at his house, and I called my parents, and they green-lighted it (damn the bastards!) but I said I didn’t want to go. The kid got on my fucking nerves. Seriously. I wanted to kick him in the nuts, he was SO fucking annoying.

His family was rich, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t take another hour with this kid. So I said no. I remember they had this phone. This phone was all fancy-like, with a receiver that had a curled-over end for the mouthpiece and a regular side for the earpiece. It was white and gold. I couldn’t figure it out at first, I had never seen such a fucking pretentious phone before (this was just after the days where you could actually buy your own phone instead of using what was issued from the phone company).

The pizza flavored goldfish crackers are the bomb.