The System

So I tried to skirt the system and it caught me in the spotlight and gave me the finger. So now instead of skirting in a profitable manner I am out in the cold while attempting to build mental capitol that makes my brain hurt and does nothing about the lint in my pockets.

The world has become one of mechanized process where human interaction is frowned upon and you can get kicked out of a building for just stopping by in an attempt to painfully inject yourself into the cogs of the world. Is this man a revolutionary? And I say to you NO!, I am just a simple beings without the proper catch phrases on a scannable piece of paper.

I am currently paying a ridiculous amount of a non-existent bank trust in order to achieve prominence under the foot of a large fat man that leaks Crisco instead of sweating. Everything I need to know I learned from a wise old jar of pickles back in ancient Rome. The ancient Romans had never seen a wise old jar of pickles - nonetheless one that could talk - and they became highly agitated at the fact that the lid would not come off. All hell broke loose when a homely band of prostitutes tried to abscond with the jar in an attempt to put it to use in their own machinations. Suddenly a magical hell-hole opened up out of the center of the city right up the street from where that one guy used to live and the wise old jar of pickles was lost forever along with the homely band of prostitutes the latter of which, according to the ancient Romans that were interviewed at a later time was really not a huge loss at all. But the consensus was that everybody was pretty pissed about the pickles.

Long story short, the lesson that I learned from that wise old jar of pickles was this: Nobody misses ugly hookers. No, wait, it was this: The ancient Romans had a good thing, but it was frustrating for those who did not have access to it. Those who did not have access to it were not paid much attention to until the good thing was gone and everybody was left with nothing. That's a small boat to be in with a large number of people that are floating up a Proverbial creek without a pickle. Needless to say, everybody died. The end.

Homework sucks.