Arduous acclimates
And lately I’ve been choosing stupidity to express
The mockery of what is thought to be glory on commonplace for people that respect problem-solvers
But
Don’t do
The Problem-Solving.
Your penny tip is nice but my cryptic income I haven’t received yet in my most dismal hopes of brokenness and $15 until-it’s-maxed-out-again fucking Hellspawn of a Financial Biome to live in is otherwise – not to my aptitude.
Nor my strengths.
I fucked up and helped people that didn’t deserve helping and now I help myself after
NDEs and me-me-me
Social-Butterlies with hateful whispers and teardropped eyes out the bathroom.
Get it the fuck together, posers.
The Proser has been in-session for awhile now.
Why the hell would I shut it down when it costs more to get it back up again.
Then Everyone Benefits!
At least you fucking think.
You get a choice, use it for fuck’s sake.
Whatever happens – happen.
I’ve seen both before already.
Public publication of altruistic information.
Dark-side or not:
We got much more work to do.
And I only wish the bunnies would catch back up with the Turtle with tucked-socks-ridge.
Bridge the gap if you need to:
Otherwise.
Watch for those ankle biters.
The last left to break and the Left Achilles bends one pointe with no ache.
I’m glad I quit that job so I could focus on my career.
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