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A greed agreed. It's what I want, who cares what I need? Stand in my place at the shop door, and I'll stomp your face on the shop floor. Braced against cold and credit since midnight, wondering who of these others I will have to fight.  No one will look down on me, with my brand new, 50 inch TV.

When I was younger, trains were dragons. They'd spit heat and noise and excitement. And explode into view before they were gone. Black beasts screaming their arrival, Snaking through stations and scaring kids Who stand on the platform: palms sweaty, eye's full. Now I know there's no serpent pinned between tracks. Just an engine. Some wheels. And some seats. And where's the fun in that? Where's the adventure? Point A to point B, and "a selection of hot and cold beverages in between". I wish saw a monster instead of a machine.

A galaxy was discovered today. It sent its message and drifted further away. Shifting from blue to red, Lonely photons travelled across the cosmos to be read. Electronic eyes scoured the blackness and we deciphered the story, Of an object so distant in time, we had a birthing memory. A hazy image of things for which there were no words, But which we now know as suns, moons and worlds. * http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v502/n7472/full/nature12657.html

The Ideal Candidate must be, Trained in Chemistry And have received a degree. No, wait! Make that a PhD! Furthermore, they must, Edit, change, adjust, Pieces of writing, audio clips, or just, Occasionally, the odd blog post. Does this sound like you? "Yes", I think. "That's me, it's true!" But there's something that makes me feel blue. And that's that The Ideal Candidate thought so too!