I have come to the uncomfortable conclusion that my grandmother was right: nothing good ever comes easily. This puts me in a quandary: I am ever hopeful that the future will be filled with much good (much, much good), and in order to ensure this comes to fruition I believe I need to increase the difficulty of every day life.
There are myriad ways to do this of course, but so many of them lack the Mano a Mano conflict of a good Nemesis.
Qualifications and duties should be very standard for a moderately skilled Nemesis: * looming and foreboding presence * regular thwarting of my carefully laid plans * occasional midnight prank phone calls of the standard variety (Prince Albert in a can, refrigerator running, etc.) * incessant plotting for my eventual downfall
The compensation package is miserly to the point of insult -- a fact which is designed to increase the overall malevolence of my Nemesis.
The time line is short. I hope to have a working Nemesis in place by March 9.
Due to the complex nature of this business I will consider teams of Nemeses, although this is not my preference as I would like a clearly identifiable point of conflict.
If you are interested in applying for this position, please detail a short list of qualifications and a statement of why you feel you are the best candidate for this role.
All applications will be considered. Equal opportunity employer.
Is it better to keep ones own counsel and let others assume OR be entirely honest by letting everything out of the bag to anyone who will listen. The pros and cons please...
Crystalpunk is a simpleton stampede, a coxcomb carnival, a daydreamers cabal, a platitude-peddling potlatch, a nihilists ambulation on tiptoe, an incantation of the language in the corners of your eyes, a wild farrago of those who run before they can walk, an ABD of being Free from the NOW! NOW! NOW! We wear non-matching socks: that is who we are!
I awake full of you. Your image and the intoxication of last night give my senses no rest.
Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart. Are you angry? Do I see you sad? Are you worried? My soul breaks with grief, and there is no rest for your lover; but how much the more when I yield to this passion that rules me and drink a burning flame from your lips and your heart? Oh! This night has shown me that your portrait is not you!
You leave at midday; in three hours I shall see you.
Meanwhile, my sweet love, a thousand kisses; but do not give me any, for they set my blood on fire.
Technology does not have a look in to a letter, handwritten with passion and love. I remember those times.
You also have to remember, people change their mobile phones quite often. So, the visualisation and memory also vanishes.
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