Fuck\shit.
“people out and about, doing their fuckshit”
If Henry David Thoreau didn’t have wealthy friends, he would have just been another guy complaining…
I greatly enjoy Kurt Vonnegut as he is channeling Kilgore trout.
(I am the stone that the builder abused..)
That’s not how the song goes…
(who is the builder?)
Traditionally?
God.
Probably God.
The Weaver of time and Creator of worlds..
The lyric implies that something is being built, that we are not adrift within a sea of chaos.
Mathematical chaos.
Maddening levels of detail.
A depressing scale.
(people get run over…)
And if a salesman comes through, representing an Israeli company??
Uhhhhh….
Conflict.
For starters, I don’t think I would open with that…
“80 years a proud company”…
Alright… Let’s skip that… What are you selling?
Show me.
(substandard)
Good..
I didn’t want to give you money anyhow.
I know the rules .
My erection for capitalism is meant to supersede war and pain and genocide..
I know…
But it doesn’t.
So fuck you.
Fuck what you’re selling.
Fuck your tactic, parading door to door in the south, because you think we offer blanket respect…. Because of like… The Bible.. 😔
Mmmm.. no…
Allow me to cancel this lunch meeting.
I would rather skip the free lunch.
If it meant avoiding you.
I’ll be better off 🥱.
Rosslaire…
Might I suggest you shift up your sales tactics?
Probably unwise to open with politics..
Silly.
dusk 