BTC 25: Walking blind, crying sweat
Spying on the tracks, the distance in the late morning sun is too far away to make a pace. Pointless and against the right of being within the hour is waiting for the next. A wait to bend at least twenty and total thirty by the step.
Begin then the bake in the cut toward the other station, merely within ten away. From here starts the journey into temporary and excruciating blindness. Where the sweat trickles too fast and down into the eyes for non waving wrists to fend off.
Double down on this with the super heat generated from behind the mask of duty, and it's putting a boil on both eyes. A searing sensation like washing the eyeballs in bleach and rinsing them off in salt water while drying them off over a whistling kettle.
Friday, 22 September 2006
Talking about:
A $29US ebook on revving up a freelance career - From setting up to getting paid, by the authors of FreelanceSwitch.
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Previous entries on Occupied
- MOY 23: Safe working load
- MOY 22: Three card Monty siren
- BTC 24: Slipping across and all over the dial
- MOY 21: Finding the easy out
- MOY 20: Accomplice in arms
- MOY 19: Whiskey on a floating barge
