. . . Scenes from Mod. #18 . . .

... There have been some rough ones... but this one may have taken the win for the absolute WORST module yet...

BEHOLD!

             This is what happens when you push someone waaaaay tooo far... academically:

I was probably a little too harsh on the instructor for this particular course...
         but . . . it seemed like he managed to find a flaw in EVERYTHING I did. No matter how well...

And the struggle was REAL...
                   

 But all joking aside, I do believe this was some of my best work, right ch'ere   😝

N-J😆Y

and... a poem:

                     

Don’t want to take your asses,

Ace assessments,

                Don’t want to join in on your dis,

Gustions.

               

                Where you disgust the world!

                Don’t want to write your essay pay,

Pers.

PAYING all my time,

                To satisfy your thirst for more…

Want to burn these papers,

                To the ground.

Want to throw the book,

                I found.

Want to debunk every piece of research that you find.

                So that they can all see what is true,

Devine.

                Your killing the individual.

The soul.

                But why?

To satisfy your own.

                Your pushing beyond normal limits.

There are no boundaries,

Amid these boundless trees.

                Slaughtered for your cause.

Killed and murdered,

                So that you could mark your x with an F,

In blood red ink.

                How mighty we are.

To think that this is all there is.

                When death would be preferred,

To this.

                I will bury my bones,

Within your integration quizzes.

                And sully my face,

Beneath your useless facts and figures.

                Because at the end of the day,

It’s not WHAT YOU KNOW that defines you…

But who you know,

                And where you want to go.

~ [-  2/14/19  -]

                            Thank GOD this MOD is OVER!       And I can go back to technical system scripting/ethical hacking/cyber security/& computer forensics. -^_^-

~CLynn

When Saying "I'm Ok"... isn't really what you mean...

11 Truths Only People With High-Functioning Depression Will Understand

~{-+-}~. . .Persian Love. . .~{*.*-}~ (-A POEM-)

What is this feeling that he brings to you?

When even you know that it could never be…

You don’t see this kind of love.

You feel it.

Tender hearted,

Souls entwined,

Within a dance for all eternity.

He grips you,

Like you are his last and only hope.

Your spirit sways,

And you can feel the turmoil like a storm within.

      It rages…

 Across the ages.

And the spirit transcends oceans…

Of a far off place…

And another time.

A human spirit,

That was caught amid the sands.

Of a far off world.

   Dance for him.

And he is sure to come.

And with each step,

The heart is won.

                                

At this moment,

You need your hero.

The only dance,

That she knows.

                

A shake of her hips,

The taste of his lips,

The flush of her hair,

with each escaping breath,

                                

The trembling hands.

And it is all but the strength,

With which he carries her away now.

But his heart is what tears,

     And grips at her soul.

Because this one cannot be.

Because this is not.

     But it is what she needs.

And in this moment,

Wrought with tempered steam,

That must be vented,

Lest it consume them both.

      In a rage.

     And yet,

It is the love within us,

  The heart and soul,

That brings these things.

                Not lies.

                Not strength,

                And not the picture that you see.

But the passion held between,

      And the love,

That is as strong as a thousand men.

  That gives you this.

         This Love.

                ~ (2/1/19)    

Not Single, not Double, but... TRIPLE FACEPALM !!!

->  get's assignment to write about a really good ethical leader in business today...

                Wonders if imaginary characters would count. . . ✏

          . . . okay. So I'm more familiar with fictional ones, than real ones... but you have to admit,... they make the BEST ethical leaders. (^_~*)


~CLynn👓

$_$$_$ Greed is America's Greatest Disease! $_$$_$

                I actually watched a special on "American Greed" about the HealthSouth Scandal. Incredible how easily these corporate big wigs can (cook the books) scam the masses out of billions of dollars! And ... it still messes me up to think... that he got away!! He's still out there today!!!


Source: Accounting-Degree.org

You may be offended... 

But you can't deny...

The TRUTH.

~CLynna

Happy Birthday... -_-') surprise!!

Fk. I usually try to check my troubles at the door, in a manner of speaking...

But this... well...

               This will ruin anyone's day...

                  like:  Happy Birthday! Have A Surprise Inspection!! 😈

... I think I have a major headache now...

😓😖

I request a leave of absence from this world!

~CLynn😓💀

-+-|---HAD A HEART---|-+-

Drowning in a sea of misadvent,

Struggling to lift your head amidst the pouring rain.

I push through blood and sweat,

Grit my teeth to ease the pain,

Pouring flame through bones and eyes that are filled with tears.

And in the chaos of this struggle…

Your losing sanity,

To just dream…

I want to be with you.

Why can’t we traverse this sea?

Why must we be soo far away?

Rub bloodshot eyes,

In agony.

Burn midnight oil,

Madly.

Kill more of this inside pain,

While flushing liquor down your drain.

Itch, and pick, and bleed some more.

Pain seems to only fuel the anger that feeds you.

Every bite becomes a furious reminder.

Of the burning rage that lies beneath.

She turns to the sun.

When it hides.

She turns to the sound,

Of an infant’s cry.

But only in her head,

Does she hear the sound.

And only in her heart,

The feelings thrive.

Breaking boarders,

Breaking bones.

Breaking fingers,

Broken past.

Awaken to the nightmare.

That never ceases to end.

A neverending story,

No one want’s to pretend.

Kill more of what you are,

To be like them.

Kill more of yourself,

To live.

And itch and peel,

Away the skin.

That boils with more than troubles akin.

Your eyes rake open,

With the realization,

That your still asleep.

Searing flames behind your eyes,

To burn away,

At the only thing we’ve left to feel.

Have you stopped breathing?

So you breath in.

Taking every ounce of strength with it.

Breathe.

Breathe.

And come away with me.

To the land of disillusion.

To the world of faint.

Where cloudy are the thoughts you have.

And foggy is where your mind stays.

Your embittered pain,

Blocks out the sun.

Your doomed today,

Because of some demon that comes to kill your soul.

You tear yourself apart to fight him.

Only to realize,

You fight the only part of you,

That’s left.

~ CLynnr  💔(1/1/2019)