Independence of secrets

Our day of independence. We celebrate with booze, weed and some titties floating around in strings of cloth. This holiday in the middle of a normal week. A holiday that used to be the favorite over even the winter present opening fetish. Blowing shit up including hands, feet and eyes.

It has been a month since the last prose. What is there to say? The job is a job that I do not mind. Code spawning from my finger tips is the very least of any job I have done. Sitting next to a person as I instruct them how to better their profession. It is interesting to discipline someone in ways that they are not common to… and rather difficult.

Other fronts have resumed. From the past I dragged an idea out and have made another try at it. At home in the afternoon, evening hours I sit behind this computer and again code in new ways. Fuck java… It is so weak once you move away from it. Then again, .Net is not much better.

There is a hidden plan… too bad it is a secret.