the door jostled and swung open. ‘oh my fucking god!’ 

she seldom swore, unless she felt passionately about whatever subject was at hand.

the last time he had heard that word it was in anger, not that she even had the need to feel that emotion, but this time, from its beautiful tone, he knew it was only good.

the word, so crude yet said with such a pure, divine and beautiful meaning.

‘what is it now?’ he responded with a cheeky tone and accompanying smile, without moving from his seat.

she said nothing, just moved towards him, bent down and placed her hands on the sides of his face. one on each side with the tips of her fingers dipping into his hair.

she placed her mouth on his and kissed him. her lips brimming with love and her tongue bursting with lust.

‘i’ve had the worst day…’

Having xyz followers or abc comments on your internet activity doesn’t make you important. What is real life anymore?

I have been writing some short stories for a while now. When I say short stories, I really mean short, What I wanted to achieve was snapshots from peoples lives to incorporate their thoughts and philosophies. I took inspiration from Zola, not in style, but in his 20 part series where characters and events interact with each other over the 20 books. My favourite being  La Bête humaine, meaning The Human Beast. I recommend all of you to read it.

Here is a contents page of some of the stories I have written, they, as described, are first drafts, unedited and unfinished. So please, if you have any recommendations for edits, minor or major, please feel free to email me at burkey_boy (at) hoatmail (dot) com. All these things are my works, either written, picture or video. Feel free to reblog.

Also Add my blog at http://diymixtape.tumblr.com which is a worldwide mixtape where anyone can contribute.

First Drafts Contents Page

1.  Rue Des Saint Augustine (First Draft)

2. 16 Real Bottle Facts

3. Little Witch (First Draft)

4. Displacement (First Draft)

5. Post-Card Without Description (A Letter From October)

6. Song

7. The Morning (First Draft)

8. Birds (First Draft)

9. Idiots (First Draft)

10. Shopping First Draft)

11. Nivea Advertisement

12. Biography

13. Apple is a Cult

14. The Evil Postman (First Draft)

15. People like Pictures

16. dR. hAt remix CONWAY!!! p.s. I am dR. hAt

17. Internet Consumption Question

18. Demands (First Draft)

I don’t understand, it is easy, why can’t you just get it done?

Pause

I don’t care about whatever problems you have with your system, that isn’t my problem, it is yours, our system. Why are you projecting your problems on me? I have my own problems to deal with let alone yours.

Pause

You know I pay for your companies service, do you know where that money goes? To pay your salary. So if you want to keep my business, and keep paying your bills, you better fix this within the hour. If this isn’t done there will be hell to pay.

And he slammed down the phone.

In retrospect, he pondered whether what he had just said to the poor boy on the other end of the line was the correct course of action, as ,he is only a servant of the company, and not the company itself. It wasn’t the boys fault that things had gone wrong. He was just the messenger of bad news, and anyway things always go wrong.

He took a moment, and chuckled at the times of late that he had made a mistake and hurried to try to fix it before it went noticed. But he got away with it.

So today was different, they were in the wrong, the problem went noticed and he was put out by this error. The thought process he had taken made him only more aggravated. Of course he was right. He paid for something, and as he paid for it, he better darn get it!

If the boys day was ruined by his temper, then today that is part of the boys job description. You never get anywhere in this world without breaking some peoples bones. If you are nice, they will just take advantage of you.

Maybe not in the purposeful manner, but the person who complains always gets dealt with before the nice ones who wait. And he was no fool, no one was going to take advantage of him, they should know who he is, and respect him.

But then doesn’t this make him the bad person, obviously he wasn’t the only person having issues with the company, the boy said their system was down. He was now depriving some nicer person of their time, so they would attend to his first.

Well if they are being nice, its probably because they have the time to waste. A little old lady or some person who only works part-time, probably an artist, god he hated artists. He thought, no matter what you do, it has to be economically viable, and the arts aren’t viable. His wife always told him that not all facets of society revolve around economics and that the arts must be looked at in a different light. They bring something different to society, culture. Silly woman, she didn’t know what she was talking about.

But, he thought, we are only human, a saying which boils down to meaning we all make mistakes. The essence of the saying is simply that we are human, and being in that form, we will not do things correctly all the time. If we wanted perfection we would deal with robots, but then we get aggravated that there isn’t a real person to talk to on the other end of the line.

He had enough and left, without further tending to the problem, he could easily delegate this to someone else. And he did. Why waste his time on petty issues? He had worked hard, and decided it was time to venture home early.

When he returned home, his pretty young wife wasn’t there, how odd. She never leaves the house without me, that bitch, he thought. So instead of the usual ritual he sat in this chair and waited for her, thinking of all the complaints he had for her on her return.

The stress of his business and the corporate world had made him so negative, so bitter.