I like the sneakiness of this poem, the poet somewhere between the two workers, and suggestion to look up q level clearance which I did! Poetry in the Twilight Zone.
I was cleared at TS/SCI & think Q for DOE cases but it was precautionary as people would sometimes blurt things out about their jobs assuming I could hear it all when that's not what I was there for.
This is one of those things where you realize that even in places of hypercontrols, if you're standing in the room, you're standing in the room. I had the ear of some of the world's best psychiatric minds for nearly a decade. The shit that sometimes got dropped casually because I was the right hand of the top dog blew my mind on the regular.
holy shit.
Perfect poem to kick off Monday morning, thank you
Denver International Airport. Blucifer's glowing red eyes. That stare, man, that stare. It's a signal
I like the sneakiness of this poem, the poet somewhere between the two workers, and suggestion to look up q level clearance which I did! Poetry in the Twilight Zone.
I was cleared at TS/SCI & think Q for DOE cases but it was precautionary as people would sometimes blurt things out about their jobs assuming I could hear it all when that's not what I was there for.
This is one of those things where you realize that even in places of hypercontrols, if you're standing in the room, you're standing in the room. I had the ear of some of the world's best psychiatric minds for nearly a decade. The shit that sometimes got dropped casually because I was the right hand of the top dog blew my mind on the regular.
For real? Well, I won't tell.