"When you're ripe you'll
bleed out of control
you'll bleed out of control
you like attention
it's proof to you you're alive
stop parading your angles
confused?
you'll know when you're ripe
when you're ripe you'll
bleed out of control
you'll bleed out of control
you're pregnant with all this
space thick with honey
but I lost my taste
you're into depression cause
it matches your eyes
stop this faux to be famous
confused?
you'll know when you're ripe..."
~ Chino Moreno (Deftones)
So I recently promoted myself to the position of Intelligence Officer with ASIO's Infernal Affairs Division. I chose to bypass the normal recruitment process due to concerns that my horns might have blown my cover. Ironic, when you consider that my extensive experience in politics, diplomacy and lies, would have immediately positioned me as an ideal candidate for employment. Turns our the salary package is non-existent but I'm not in it for the money. Even at this early stage, I've been outfitted with detailed dossiers on a number of targets for surveillance and placed in charge of my own field office in AdelHades. I get to choose my own stationary, tell lies about my neighbours and have even replaced the fluoros in my office with black candles. After years spent pretending to push paper at Centrelink, and even longer arresting invisible criminals for the Federal Police, I have my own office at Infernal Affairs. I'm writing this with a government issue laptop, a bag of ...
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