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$ $ $ Because I hate money as money hates me, I will out-live my debt and be buried for free. My gravest desire: die poor, with no coffin, that Death may unharden what Life could not soften. Because money hates me I sometimes hate God, (though I never served Mammon) so SHOVEL, you clod, while I speak from the grave; a cadaver with class: come strew a few flowers and cover my *** (Or cover my assets financially so my corpse doesn’t lie like a liability.) Because money hates me I’ll leave it to you to savor my point of funereal view.
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
Asleep at the Wake
$ $ $ Because I hate money as money hates me, I will out-live my debt and be buried for free. My gravest desire: die poor, with no coffin, that Death may unharden what Life could not soften. Because money hates me I sometimes hate God, (though I never served Mammon) so SHOVEL, you clod, while I speak from the grave; a cadaver with class: come strew a few flowers and cover my *** (Or cover my assets financially so my corpse doesn’t lie like a liability.) Because money hates me I’ll leave it to you to savor my point of funereal view.
God help me. https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2014/04/26/asleep-at-the-wake-a-dirge/ $$$$$$$$$$$$
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
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