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Jay-C vs. pedo-priestJay-C vs pedo-priestJay-C vs. pedo-priest by ECAsCLOUD
Cool Super Jesus (aka JC and Jay-C) has long wavy dark brown hair, manly beard and big ripped body. He descends from the heavens, tired of his father, to go mess with earthlings. He wants some action and plans a mission. This time he has to free some poor orphans from a pedo-priest who is trying to abuse them in a dungeon deep below the Vatican. Other priests cover the pedo-priest because are immoral people, afraid of further ruining the Vatican’s public image.
The bible exaggerated some of Jesus powers; he has some divine strengths and skills, but he isn’t able to perform all kinds of magic and in fact, can be hurt, but not killed (at least by regular mortal humans without special items or powers). Hence, instead of descending to Earth Land by just levitating or flying, he uses an outfit and a parachute like the one Felix B. used when he broke the parachuting height record. He lands in Venice. His aiming wasn’t perfect this time. But this way he
Failure: blame on you!(Written Friday, October 30, 2015)Failure: blame on you! by ECAsCLOUD
Failure: blame on you!
A: Hi again, master.
B: Hi, little grasshopper.
A: Enlighten me, master. Failure. Who’s to blame when your project faces failure because something that did not depend on you did not work?
B: This usually involves another person failing to do their job, or what you expected to be their job. The useful answer to this recurrent question is one and easy: YOU.
It’s easy (and pretty straightforward) to blame others when they did not do what you expected. But think. The idea, the project, was yours. You selected that person and relied on him or her to act in a certain way. He/she did not. Well, maybe that is just your fault in the first place for not identifying the right person.
A: But it’s impossible to know if someone will do well, especially when all indicated he/she was a good choice. So unfair!
B: Yes, it probably is. But you should have taken this possibility into account. Now it’s about adjusting s
From the highest summit to the deepest grottoFrom the highest summit to the deepest grottoFrom the highest summit to the deepest grotto by ECAsCLOUD
And skiing, I descended from the highest summit to the deepest grotto to fight Satan itself and save the world. But nobody was there. No Satan, Lucifer, Judas or Dracula. Evil wasn’t concentrated in a certain shady red hot spot below earth. Evil wasn’t personified in a mighty villain. Evil was not even something tangible or measurable. Was therefore evil real? I discovered evil was just an idea impregnating public’s consciousness, so was good or God. Now, deep below the surface, all dirty and jaded, with no victory or glorious dead to come back with or transmit to my people, I had a disappointing message to communicate. My mission and will, my extenuating training, my shinny armour, all the hope I represented… all that was in vain. After some hours contemplating the sickly dark imposing environment I was in, thinking, digesting my finding; I decided it was time to come back to my people. I started my arduous way back
Jerry burnsouts, screws all up and goes wildJerry burnouts, screws all up and goes wildJerry burnsouts, screws all up and goes wild by ECAsCLOUD
Jerry was depressed. He was twenty six and lived in a small apartment of a big city. He worked for a big electronics company. He spend hours and hours every day in front of a PC screen, working on spreadsheets, checking software coding, writing reports. He had no girlfriend, no good friends and he didn’t like his family, which lived in another city. Also, he didn’t have a good salary, but anyway he didn’t have the time to spend it. Fucking MS Excel and prompt line stole all his time. With no meaningful human relationships in his life and a frustrating and tiring job he hated, he fell into a spiral of dissatisfaction, frustrating distress and lack of hope for the future. When it wasn’t the accumulated work stress which made him want to jump out of the window to just run away, it was a void feeling which dragged him to a depressive state.
One day he was at work, in the office. He thought, and reflected again as he
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