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I put on my costume and I go to my big box The Manager tells me about the numbers and how I've fallen off He shakes the paper over my head I need the paper to buy the things to eat and live and to get the things I don't need but want You come to my big box without your costume on it's your day off - and you've come to spend the papers that your Manager gave you when you put on your costume and danced for the others out of costume to buy the things to eat and live and to get the things you don't need but want and the Manager - he has his own costume that brings in more paper than you so he can go on the day he doesn't come to the big box and visit, without his costume to buy the things to eat and live and to get the things he doesn't need but wants and we all put on our costumes and pretend to love to dance and smile to collect the papers that we need to buy the things to eat and live and to get the things we don't need but want and then we die and the man that owns the box smiles, and counts the papers
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Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
The Job
I put on my costume and I go to my big box The Manager tells me about the numbers and how I've fallen off He shakes the paper over my head I need the paper to buy the things to eat and live and to get the things I don't need but want You come to my big box without your costume on it's your day off - and you've come to spend the papers that your Manager gave you when you put on your costume and danced for the others out of costume to buy the things to eat and live and to get the things you don't need but want and the Manager - he has his own costume that brings in more paper than you so he can go on the day he doesn't come to the big box and visit, without his costume to buy the things to eat and live and to get the things he doesn't need but wants and we all put on our costumes and pretend to love to dance and smile to collect the papers that we need to buy the things to eat and live and to get the things we don't need but want and then we die and the man that owns the box smiles, and counts the papers
#wasted #lives #things #nothingmatters
c-f-tinney
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Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
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