I'm not here, this isn't happening
What the fuck are we all doing on this bus? What makes us persist with this drab demeaning dehumanizing routine day after day? It's dark, has been since I clocked off. When I left my kids this morning it was barely dawn. I think my face has seen about 15 minutes of direct sunlight all day, most spent in half-light at the bus stop this morning awaiting the first act of the day's cattle train express. It is all an act. A sick show. A sideline to real life, awaiting real life to begin, to be won, to be earned (literally). Have any of us seen this real life, or did we miss it? Did any one of us on this state sponsored conveyer belt enjoy even 5% of what we did today? I mean really enjoy. Even kinda enjoy. It's a trap, a ploy, a ruse. We're all making money for someone, all being dangled enough of a carrot to keep us "happy". All up to our scared skinny necks in debt, all waiting 'til it gets easier. While we wait we get comfy and dig our selves a bigger hole. Hard to leave when it's so nice in. Just stay a while longer, a repreive from the tyrants, a reward for our suffering, a chance to just stop. C'mon, stay. It's so nice in.
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