Whoever said life was a grind? A hamburger meat machine is more like it. Sometimes you can just feel your bones being crunched down daily to make some brand of cheap supermarket dog food, can’t you?
Profit is a mean task-maker. Workers kill time at the profane altar of value. More people are enslaved today than in any time in history and –
Wait, excuse me, I think I feel a feeling coming on just now. I must go shop for cheap Chinese products, it’s the only cure. Last time, I bought one of those plastic trophy salmon fish that sings merry drinking songs when I press it’s button –It’s so extremely strange.
Why, who in the world can afford to sing merry drinking songs anymore?? My little plastic salmon on the wall, that’s who.
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