They are pooing in buckets and protesting about soemthing or other. I wish could join them, not the buckets bit though.
I work at a place that is near. It has coffee machines that dispense coffee when you press a button, but I drink tea instead. Angry men make you write emails and put av equipment in rooms. If you forget t put the equipment in the rooms they get angry and threaten to take away your source of income. They used to be nicer but they made a receeding economy like my hair but with more home repossesions but they still aren't happy after they take peoples homes. They want more stuff. It seems to occupy their every living thought. They dress smartly but have a constant oozing of soul poo that covers everything as it seeps from their scaley hands.
Apparently it's not cool to listen to rave music, take drugs or expose yourself in my work. Other than that they are lovely and sometimes I say hello to them in the lifts if their meetings went well. " Hello?"
none of this though until you leave the building.
My First WindTurbine(Mark II sooncome!!!!) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqxB-YH-Ik8
Poorly produced irrelevant old music: http://soundcloud.com/dmanic
"It was bad enough to hear him swear like a footballer but I lost my faith completely when he farted on my balls."
(its not breaks - make some breaks)