thick. that's how it feels getting through today. feet sticking out from underneath desks, tripping. hands ready to pull you back or push you like the schoolyard bully. it's all a huddle. and you're the opposing team.

friends have become part of the big machine. you're expected to nod the big YES. become the company doormat, kiss some serious ass. who are you baby? to point at the big mess? to tell us the king's naked, to be the big fat x?

oh, you're muttering under your breath. convinced the world is a mess, because of kiss-asses... almost 99% sure because of laziness. partly because there's no damned toilet paper or soap in the women's bathroom...