A fearful dread hangs over your spirit-oneness ... this is terrible.
Members of your faction, at your job, are finite. Many boast around you, they say "hey, it's just between us". But it's not just between you guys ... grow up. They are telling Steve ... and Steve is the hiring manager. Invite them all over for dinner, capture them on video revealing their horrible truths ... or ... update your resume ... maybe take that trip to Venezuela.
A Cherub prince approaches the WESTERN WALL. Filled with energy and bliss, the careless angel of regret besets upon himself an endless wailing of despair. Never the thoughtful traveler, every monk was insulted. The Orangutan King held court, and judged - but this prince will be ok ... this prince went to YALE.
Your drive home tomorrow will suck - and it's not just because it's Friday, and crap is terrible cuz every bloke wants to beat feet and head for the hills on Friday as soon as they can ... cuz their job just don't mean what it used to ... and robots. Your drive home will be treacherous - a red TESLA will swerve into you, and then catch fire by the wayside. 2 will perish, 1 will be left like that dude from the movie The English Patient ... heck.
There are 4 people who are currently sending negative mind beams YOUR direction - 3 are friends, 1 is a relative ... name starts with letter "S" ...
Lucky number for today: 48.2
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