Friday, January 21, 2005

The Bottom Feeder


There is that variety of scoundrel who avoids an honest day's labor. The type of low-life reprobate who will do anything to flee even the most incipient level of risk and uncertainty. In games, this miscreant will seek out only the weakest of opposition, and in fact, it would be a misnomer to call their prey opposition, they are all too willing to succumb, as a feather succumbs to the slightest breeze. In work, these caitiff redefine Frost's vision of the alternate path. For there is no road not taken for the bottom feeder. Their choice is between safety and inviolability. They can be found as salesmen of lifejackets near an underwater current, or as fresh water providers in a desert. The only thing curious about these rogues is how they've escaped Darwin's clutches, by their very existence.

JMR

1 Comments:

Blogger Jen said...

I feel special.

Grr...

5:56 PM  

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