Thursday, July 23, 2009

A Host of Bees

Freida: Lesbian PsychologistTRANSMISSION103: Curtain?ECHO01: The curtain has been drawn.TRANSMISSION123: We're looking at 58 dead.ECHO01: I hope you enjoyed the previews, and now for our feature presentation...TRANSMISSION123: He's in the building! He's in the building!TRANSMISSION103: Kill that cancer.ECHO01: Petals dropping to the floor.Online:Freida was a lesbian psychologist who enjoyed folk music and poetry. Hillary was a manic depressive with social problems resulting in poor research.One of those fine lagers, please. Let him come. We have all night..."Freida, it's not just in my head.""Well, demons simply do not exist. What I think you're doing is projecting -"Hillary thumbed ash off the cigarette and hunched over close to Freida. "Listen, if you want me to bring a camera next time I will, but for now I'm here on the inside and none of this is helping."Freida folded her arms around her heavy chest and straightened her glasses/acquired the look of a Sunday school teacher. "Well, I don't understand."Looking through black holes, Hillary gave up. "Maybe you're right. I mean, I guess anything is possible when you're dealing with the mind."Freida snorted out of her Define them?EXT = Extended So, basically both fields with EXT in front of them are the NLC or Sell of an item multiplied by the number of units ordered of each item. Matrix Freight = Freight charges as applied by the Matrix to move the given PO from the ship point to the destination.Matrix CARR = Who the carrier is shipping the PO as applied by the Matrix.Log / Line = When a warehouse receives a PO in they assign it a Log / Line #. However, I don't know where they get this number from or how it is assigned. All that make sense?nose and looked at her watch. "Well, I'm afraid our time is up. Honestly, our time was up three minutes ago, but your insistance on ignoring my help has muddled my schedule once again.""I don't know what to say.""Selfishness.""I'm sorry.""So am I."Hillary began to get up and as Freida bent over to her intercom, a mouth opened in the back of her head and began opening and snapping shut, begging to be fed. Hillary sighed and walked to the door."Let Mr. Barber know that I'm going to get a bagel from the commisary and I'll be back up - Mr. Hurst, you left your cigarettes.""Thanks.""Arnold will escort you out.""Thank you.""You know, life can bring about roses if you just water it a bit-it-it-it-it-it..." Freida began shaking and her face eventually blurred into static. The static began breaking away in small bits of Freida information that spun out from her head and swarmed around her body. Soon, the mess that was once Freida became a large Freida head that resembled a character in Tron."Hillary, we don't leave. Mr. Muita gente chega aqui e simplesmente ouve e é abençoada e ri ou repensa, mas tô precisando ver as diferenças e no meio de tanta informação que temos e experiências pessoais . Poder te ouvir e a minha pergunta é ?Qual a diferença entre o santo e o profano ? Se der não se baseie no que é decorado ou igual ,Hurst you have several thorny toads that have escaped in your mind and are now planting small bushels of neurons that will continue to plague you with these nightmares and/or dreams that reoccur without result to you or your reality. What you have entered is a tar pit that will only devour you deeper as you continue to thrash within it. Please be advised that the yogurt in the cafeteria has 50 calories and each bushel of nerouns needs one caloric packet of energy to support the inner walls of thought. My advice to you is to starve your mind. You need a clear head or there is nothing we can do for you. Do you understand?" The Tron face snorted."I understand.""Furthermore, the games room is open to your leisure. I have not seen you inside the cage of Scrabble boards and air hockey. If you expect to recover, you must socialize with others. Without the poison in your mind, you will learn to accept a clear head as you slowly starve yourself. It will get fuzzy towards the end, but I'm sure your chronic use of heroin has accustomed your head to fuzziness.""Beautiful bliss." Hillary ran his hands up arms."Yes, it is. And once you're gone we will be sure to alert your family of their loss. We will say that you were making real progress.""But, what about Axl? I can't let him -" Hablar de Cultura es hablar del despliegue de la intencionalidad del ser humano; de la acumulación de su experiencia social y personal; de su obra y del paisaje en que se forma, y que a su vez él transforma. Este paisaje está constituido por objetos tangibles como el arte, la arquitectura, los modos de producción, etc. Y también por intangibles, como mitos, costumbres, códigos de relación, creencias, etc. Estos dos tipos"That is exactly what I am -" The head fuzzed into static again and came back together into an old, stoic man that Hillary was learning to pray for."Transmission 1 - 0 - 3, Run. Mr. Hurst, run like hell. Now." The General's face skipped like a detuned TV."She...she'll be here tomorrow." Hillary was on the ground, with his arms around his face and looking through the chink between his forearms."Run."The head blew up and flew around the room, then came together into Freida as she was before.Hillary was on his feet before Freida could bring her flabby wreck of a body to follow.Nailing the security guard in the face with his forearms, which were still firmly around his head, Hillary ran out the entrance to the counciling rooms and out to the elevators.Hillary hit the down button. Above him, the intercom buzzed to life."Dr. Floyd, you have a visitor from A-wing." It was the security alert. The elevators would be turned off in moments.Bing!The door to the elevator opened and inside was bright copper and buttons that corresponded to all five levels of the hospital:5 - Truth4 - Reality3 - Limbo2 - Reflection1 - The ShowHillary entered, struck "1" without thinking and plummeted further into what had begun.

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