Sunday, February 08, 2009

I got nothin'

Zero percent interest for the bill of goods received. Zero credit earned. Zero balance in the trust bank. No more payments past due...all converted to future dues to be paid...by children.

No belief in what is real...because downtimes make for inconvenient political truths. Envy's green back turns on the gangrenous disease of consumption. Too filled to work, too barren to know need, the failure of imagination is that others hopes and dreams are no substitute for one's own reality.

When all the fiscal holes that can be dug by those who don't produce are filled only with our heirs, the truth and consequences of consumption will be told by empty bellies and vacant stares.

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