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I told the salesman I didn’t want what he was selling no thank you, I’m alright in myself my non-corporeal bits of existence suit me just fine but the salesman would not listen he forced his greedy hands into my heart to steal what I had to make me one of his puppet-customers I wished I’d never come to the market today I’m not an idiot - I knew of his tricks shining lures in the crowd waiting to drag us into his grasp where he would take us and wear us down like the tide on the shore until we would give in and he would sell us his product and buy away our freedom for a price far too high
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
capitalism
I told the salesman I didn’t want what he was selling no thank you, I’m alright in myself my non-corporeal bits of existence suit me just fine but the salesman would not listen he forced his greedy hands into my heart to steal what I had to make me one of his puppet-customers I wished I’d never come to the market today I’m not an idiot - I knew of his tricks shining lures in the crowd waiting to drag us into his grasp where he would take us and wear us down like the tide on the shore until we would give in and he would sell us his product and buy away our freedom for a price far too high
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M/Aspen, Colorado
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
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