random musings on random things at random hours. do not take seriously, or personally. WARNING: posts may be cryptic, so if you think it's about you, it probably isn't.
Friday, November 07, 2014
because you, my dear, are a walking contradiction of sorts.
you say you want uniqueness, yet you want to be treated like a paid mindless drone. you say you hate capitalism and the corporate world, yet you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth and crave to keep it there. you say you want to help others, yet its really yourself that you want to help. sounds accurate? well, they say the truth hurts. deal with it.
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