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Heavy clouds threaten the bankrupt horizon like bad book reviews. The bottom line looms ugly and final under everything. There's no money in trying to be a decent human being. Evil makes good investments, amasses a robust stock portfolio. Getting by is hard enough. Any day now, those ******** will find a way to tax sunlight. The rain follows me as I walk uphill.  Ahead of me, it's bright and dry, but the rain keeps pace perfectly, falling only on the backs of my shoulders, and somehow, this is not a metaphor.
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
Uphill, With Rain At My Back
Heavy clouds threaten the bankrupt horizon like bad book reviews. The bottom line looms ugly and final under everything. There's no money in trying to be a decent human being. Evil makes good investments, amasses a robust stock portfolio. Getting by is hard enough. Any day now, those ******** will find a way to tax sunlight. The rain follows me as I walk uphill.  Ahead of me, it's bright and dry, but the rain keeps pace perfectly, falling only on the backs of my shoulders, and somehow, this is not a metaphor.
nico-reznick
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
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