It would seem that, despite mine own validation, repetition and incredibly strong opinions, proper experts continue to harbour the belief that the Misfit Psycles approach to customer neglect is not correct and entirely the wrong. MY CASE IN POINT. The latest article to offend my wallet appeared in MISC Magazine. I encourage you, as an interested party, if you are in fact interested, to purchase this publication - despite being ...
They wouldn't, couldn't be stopped. So I went about my business of otherwise not engaging. Not a fuck was given. If not in the interest of purchasing from Corporate Psycles, I encourage you to read, consider and ultimately swallow the following information. What it is that follows is a universal framework for eliciting the best and most favourable results when interacting with ANY conglomerate of international excellence. In fact. I ...
Stop asking me if I'd like to donate in support of causes that I (as most upright beings) am against. Particularly if you are a corporation in need of my limited funds...the checkout is no place for these shenanigans. If you do not, stop looking so fucking pathetic after I have grabbed you, shaken vigorously and then spit violently about how you bastards should be tried for the murder ...
It wasn't even that so very long ago that I would and could consume on demand. Demand I did. Often without a thought. Shiny shit. Explosive shit. Loud as fuckshit. The shits shit. Not a fuck was given. Not a single one fuck at all. Then. I won't state explicitly and officially that my past consumptive behaviour has (negatively) impacted mine ability to consume today. In this particular matter I ...
I cannot write. Too busy looking busty. In the interest of content. This is a circle I made. It is red. Any similarity to a flag is purely coincidental. This is a thought bubble. It is empty. Any similarity to a thought you may be having is purely coincidental. And that is the way it is.
Source. Sadly. Unknown.
Need + Effort + Result = Victory! Or so it would seem... Today. Today was just like that. Literally. Figuratively. Need + Effort - Result = What? Just what in the unfuck is anyone supposed to do on days like this?
Seth Godin always provides an interesting read. Typically it's wonderful stuff, stuffs that a more motivated me would certainly and possibly consider more closely. Having acknowledged a lack of practical follow-through-edness I think even Seth hiseth would commend the way that I have acknowledged, embraced and exploited my (numerous) weakness (weaknii) and moved onwards without entirely much intent. The topic of his that stirred sharpie to paper concerns CORPORATE STRUCTURE. ...
Lessons learned of my past. Number One: Just because it looks warm. Just because you're in a mood. Do NOT ever, never put it in if you don't (entirely) know where it goes. Number Two: STOP wasting your fucking time doing things you don't enjoy. Even if these shitty things promise other (less shitty) things, things you enjoy, as a reward. It's all a lie. Number Three: When you need ...
No work. On labour day. Thanks be to Mike Duncan for contributing the most useless scribble fuck I've received in the past 24hrs.
Worthy of it's own post possibly entirely...the journey from Peter's perpetual stall to Peter's pathetic (re)creation (that is, of the Misfit Psycle RANDOM CHUNKS Newsletter) is something to be held. In my idyllic mind this shit is totally fucked up awesome. Once it hits the confines of actual and authentic commercial softwares its totally and awesomely fucked up shit. SIX hours wasted, creating the best newsletter of my ...