How to get a job in advertising

Excellent customer service. You work with people nicely regarding payment arrangements. The cell phone price and the actual service (internet, calls, texts), are great. Awesome in-store and Sprint care employees.  “It actually feels like Sprint cares. About customers.” I will say the quote I just made up in an advertisement for the right price.  Seriously. Has a nice, true RING to it.

Respectfully,
Ryan Virgillo

This is a text I just sent sprint during a survey about customer service. That’s how you do it. I’m blogging this to copyright my quote/advertisement.  🙂

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Let me tell you about: Satan. SHE lives in Houston

Let me tell you about: Satan

Satan is real, flesh and blood.
Nothing can she feel, in her veins flows black mud.
She hates love, envious of her daughter’s happiness.
With evil hands she shoves, shoves us towards a dreary abyss.
She has no soul, an empty shell of a heart there is no doubt.
She wants total control, she tries to tear us apart from the inside out.
She has blank eyes, nothing inside, evil at its worst. Her mind warped, her existence cursed.
Not one of her children call her mother. It amazes me that she gave birth to an angel, a woman like no other.
A woman so loving, full of light and life. Polar opposite I’m utterly honored to call my wife.
Satan lives in Houston, it’s true.  The heat reminds her of the place whence she came and due to the things she’s done by purposeful design shall return to.
She isn’t a human being, there is no sign of humanity we are seeing.
Daily she torments her daughter for thrills. She revels in our despair, her presence poison the air making all near her ill.
Stress isn’t a strong enough word for what she gives.
Actually no words can describe the depths of her depravity. So I’ll stop wasting my time and fight for the right with my wife to happily live.

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A Message About Mixtapes And Love For Our WP Family

Sometimes when we hit difficult times head on we forget about the difficulties and hardships of others. So the mix tape both I and my wife are going to create will be dedicated to Kir and everyone else out there dealing with the trials of life.  Sorry we’ve been gone so long. Hopefully we will straighten our heads out enough to come back in full force like we used to be.  Thanks we love you guys.
From  Liquid Poet
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Continuation of “Letter From My Husband”

Ok,this is “Continuation of ‘Letter From My Husband’. “Letter from My Husband”,  which is a mushy yet meaningful letter/poem I wrote for my wife. I let her title it since it is for her and she wanted to post it on her page. I’m, as the title says, writing a continuation of it even though she hasn’t posted the original yet. They stand alone and also fit together. Ok so here it is

We have great times we have hard times. The fact that lately hard days weigh the scale down is a crime.
This coffee company, let’s call them Siren Mermaid Fucks. They try to grind us up, french press the life blood out of us. But we won’t let them. We are not coffee beans. Do you know what that means? It means their song is weaker than ours. It sings of things obscene.

To the customers the song goes like so: “Come have a latte. Coffee is Godly. So is espresso. Give us your dough before you go though.”

To us and other “partners”, the song sounds like this: “We will fuck you over repeatedly, every chance we get. We pay you less than needed to survive(if we pay you at all), to clean the restroom piss. When you get done, wash your hands or not. Make sure you give that lady her cappuccino wet.”

I’ve never worked for a company so horrible and tart. That’s saying a lot, because I once worked for Wal-mart.

We won’t let them win. Liars lies are always pushed out of the dark into the light. Then we will grin.

I said it before, I vowed it standing before you. We’re gonna make it baby. We gonna do what we have to and I don’t mean maybe.

I know things have been sub par.
I’m just glad to be with you where ever you are. When I first saw you I saw a bright star that I had to grab. No matter when or how far.
I knew just what you are. Your the woman of my dreams, literally. The only one for me.

Now we belong to each other increasing our strength exponentially. We will beat them as long as I’m with you and you’re with me.
For:

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Continuation of “Letter From My Husband”

Ok,this is “Continuation of ‘Letter From My Husband’. “Letter from My Husband”,  which is a mushy yet meaningful letter/poem I wrote for my wife. I let her title it since it is for her and she wanted to post it on her page. I’m, as the title says, writing a continuation of it even though she hasn’t posted the original yet. They stand alone and also fit together. Ok so here it is:

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The Vicissitudes

The vicissitudes of my life are the vicissitudes of your life. 
My strife is your strife. My pain is your pain. All in all we’re all the same.

Yet we have some differences. Such as personalities, the perspectives through which we see. In the end we all pay the same expenses. 

We come from the same place, the womb and we all end up in the same place, the tomb. Different lives, similar stories. A stew of ups, downs, disasters and glories. Only details separate you from me.

Some have it easy, some have it hard. Some sleep in mansions, some outside the mansions yards.
Each and everyone of are are human whether we show it or not.  In that respect each and everyone sits in the same spot.

Some financially poor get lots of love, the haves. Some financially rich get no love, those are the not haves, too bad.

Orpheus had from his lover but not a dime. Hades had cash but never love from the beginning to the end of time.

Happy hippies have it right All you need is love to make it. Yucky yuppies have had it wrong. All you need is green go take it.

Like I said we’re different but the same. Playing our roles in the game. The vicissitudes of my life are the vicissitudes of your life in reality.
But it seems as though reality is more real for those with fewer dollar bills, than it is for those with stacks of hundreds sitting up on the hill.

I’m climbing up there though. Slowly but for sure. I won’t give up even though my body is sore. Money, I want more. For mine and myself, yes. But also to help others open the door. I’m stopping here for now. Not to rest, No.

I’m stopping here cause that boulder needs to be pushed and we have to go. Go work for peanuts and coffee beans. The love of my wife keeps me going, know what I mean?

We have all the love. They have all the dough. I’ll take love over bread. A few more bucks couldn’t hurt though.