When you’re dead, you don’t have to go to work, for anyone.
So weekdays, that’s 40 hours, plus lunch, so that’s 50…plus commute, so that’s sixty.
60 hours a week, kneeling before the dollar.
Then the weekend,and you got to get all your chores done, you have to dedicate time to all the things you can’t hit during the week..
Workin for somebody.
Plus ,you think about your day job work when you’re off work…so that’s poison too ..
And there is no escape.
And people say when you die
“rest in peace..” or ” he’s at rest now” or “we’re going to lay his body to rest at this specific graveyard…”
What they really mean is…
His asshole is all fucked out…
We have successfully fucked all the life out of this one, and now he’s useless.
We have eaten his time.
We have devoured his attention and infected his mind.. so he accepted all this..
There is no rest.
And every thing that moves wants your time.
(unless you’re dead)
EXACTLY!
Unless you’re fucking dead.
Then, people don’t ask for much..
How could I….be dead while still being alive? 🤔
(you can’t)
I know..I just..I’m tired of these leeches… parasites..
Eating me..
Nom nom nom nom…
Muh fuckin time vampire.
Everything.
Every single thing is designed to keep you working, I.E.. raping you in the bootyhole.
The things you own,end up owning you -tyler durden.
The things you own,end up owning you…
(then think up chrome,friend up Whole Foods)
Could take a nail and a mallet, line it up with your forehead…
One good whack oughta do it .
Whack !
dawn 