It’s strange to think that we are born to this planet, without a choice, and we cannot live on it without having tremendous amounts of money, which as a material is totally useless, except as toilet paper or kindling.
License after license after license after permit after permits upon permits and taxes and tickets and court dates. Spending and working; working to spend, and saving so that we can eventually spend. Rules and regulations and loopholes and bribes. Prisons filled with people who have never hurt a soul, while the rest of the population sits and guzzles down pop culture and the latest fads and keeping up with the neighbors and sleepily allowing their existence to be dictated by criminals.
I didn’t want this.
I don’t want this.
I just want to be alive and living.
No rules or money will matter when we die. And we all die. Nothing will matter but the fact that our entire existence was wasted on rules and money.
I don’t want that.
Life is a fucking joke.