I wish I could just pay someone, a modest fee.
“hey man… I don’t understand how money works and I simply have no attachment to it…..can you like… Invest these pennies for me?”
I just don’t care.
And I know that is the mark of a weirdo.
The Mark of a homeless.
The mark of a hermit.
I know that….I just….
I hate you.
I hate what you are and how you behave.
And it is 100% tied to that funny paper..
You need shelter.
You need food.
You need to bathe yourself, preferably…
All this other stuff??
Seems like you know other people are looking, and you want to be holding a lot of it when they look at you…
Because you know they’re going to look at you
dawn 