Once again, 11:00pm rolls up, and I sigh. It is time once again to get ready for work. Time to get up, turn off SG, and my music, make my lunch, and go to my most hated lover; Employment. The place where I murder my body while drowning my mind for nothing more than paper. Currency, a temporary happieness. Vile and nauseating in its ability to control me. I need it more than I need cigarettes, in fact, without it, I couldn't even have cigarettes.
"I have a bone to pick with capitalism, and a few to break" --Refused--
"I have a bone to pick with capitalism, and a few to break" --Refused--
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Tuffy might have something out there, I'd have to look. I didn't exactly search for s5's post. Someone linked to it in one of the groups I'm in.