dirtyfilthy

[dirtyfilthy]

Now is the hour of the magicians. We are basically at the point where if you can conceive of a piece of software, you can build it almost with a wave of the hand.

[dirtyfilthy]

life is way too complicated with far too many individuals at the moment, and I'm running out of people to talk to.

[dirtyfilthy]

sometimes i just want to chill out and not have the whole heavy eternity of now pressing down on me all at once, ya know?E

[dirtyfilthy]

the shape of your body --- this skin your in, i find it suits the grasp of my hands. those curves & creases, these fine lines marking new valleys and all the old deep folds of your gold leaf, the passing landmarks make this feel like an easy route to follow. Every unfolding feels like a new origami, yet the path still seems familiar somehow

and with each new kiss down your belly and up across your thighs, I find myself losing my latitude with you rapidly,

A polar explorer, a pilot falling far too quickly out of some bright blue empty, I am fast approaching the sweet beating heat, the real raw red heart of you.

Stop. I'm lost, left resorting to taking a compass bearing with the sexton of my tongue. I can't see anymore, I am only tasting my direction forward.

deep beneath my feet, I can feel the real earth shaking its big fists up at the map which keeps it completely covered like blanket.

and lacking enough sense not to , I grin, blankly, like a toothless cog. while tracing the back the cause of my apocalypse by the waves & motion of the slow shuddering of the stars -- this is the groaning pole the whole mechanism of heaven really turns upon. and as you press down on my head I find inside this kiss and bliss of obliteration, by smearing my Vaseline across the lens of the ever present instant: here is an absolute compass, the most purest of all the true norths

I am sucking on the the axle of the world.

[dirtyfilthy]

goddamn it, can't even give a job away. there's no casting couch involved here, you just need do the gig with reasonable quality in a decent time frame.

[dirtyfilthy]

Job Offer

Looking for a smart kid in melbourne. No one is hiring juniors any more, but I am. Foot in the door, decent pay, learn all trade secrets direct someone who's been around the block, and explored all those dark damp tunnels that lie beneath the streets of it

Look, you gotta be sharp, right? ain't got the time to micromanage you every ten seconds. Maybe life is test, but it's still all op book, I don't know how to do every fucking thing either, but you use google or you ask you ask chat gpt and you figure it the hell out.

If you're interested. send a message with a subject line that starts with NOT SPAM: to [email protected]

Pass this on to your technical friends.

Bit of of background on me . I was hacker when it actually used to meant something, then spent 15 years as a pentester when it didn't mean jack shit. generally build things that aren't TOTAL bullshit.

Once again. NOTSPAM ..... to [email protected]

Let's see if you got really enough moxie. The raw red mojo required to do the job

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P.S. no education requirements. Many of the best hackers i know never finished high school. i'm in interested in how you think and what you can do, not if you flunked school on some lame truancy standard.

[dirtyfilthy]

My genetic ethnicity is "fucking punk", and I'm completely prepared for the next race war:

Sub-humans verses people with an ounce of human decency.

that old joke i used to make about wanting go out by manning the barricades in Sans Francisco against the hordes of swarming Franco's fascists gets less humorous and more plausible with every next morning.

I may be 46, but I can still hack shit like an LA riot.

I don''t think I've been more angry about the generally appalling state of things in my entire life.

[dirtyfilthy]

I don't know about you dudes....

Softly sickly sweet i secrete my secret way into Bethlehem, first, i go by the unknown highway. then follow the well-trodden path of slow osmosis. in the initial approach by preferring narrow alleys. i pick at my skin I bleed in between the weave of the world.

Above the entrance to Bethlehem, so it is written.

NO SLOUCHING

As I staggered towards the entrance , I squared my shoulders

Hoping to be born.

[new-battalions]

a strong sense of pareidolia

the All Endless leaching off my hopes tonight, some argue on the internet we're flies.

I'm me. thoughts implanted, eyes say they know everything.

(a beautiful human somewhere) That space between my chest and stomach; both floating and sinking.

is that empty.

Walking in the rain, the buildings and trees and courthouse scaffolding all has my face. The rain is there either way.

ever following the two paths of personhood, both ending in the same place. But one linear, and the other a maze. one worn with clothing, the other the multiplicities of truth. (a beautiful human)

Somewhere, a shelf for things we store in our bodies. pain and love and painful love.

[dirtyfilthy]

"what did you do in the war against fascism Dad?"

[jurisffiction]

"? No" is such a foundational linguistic construction to my psyche. a hieroglyph. it should be a standard emoji

[dirtyfilthy]

I hate to be one of those dickheads that's seeks recourse in the standard oxford dictionary, but:

👎

[dirtyfilthy]

Like i could just not

Like I could just stop loving you. Like I could just command my heart to just stop beating.

Believe me, I've already tried both options.

[dirtyfilthy]

Fortunately, I think we may have discovered some, delectable, delicious, delirious third.

[dirtyfilthy]

I don't know. can't say exactly. i just really enjoy your company

[dirtyfilthy]

I'd love to be able to place my hand on my heart and honestly say that was gonna be the last time I ever drop a tab of acid and drink a bottle of vodka "on a school night" but we both i'd be lying.

[dirtyfilthy]

an we both knew the extent of the lie I reckon.

[dirtyfilthy]

Like i could just not

Like I could just stop loving you. Like I could just command my heart to just stop beating.

Believe me, I've already tried both options.

[dirtyfilthy]

i like the way your chords feel between my fingers whenever 'm trying pick out some tune in-between silences.

[dirtyfilthy]

I mean I can't help looking

How lucky are we with so many beautiful woman in the world?