I was having this argument with some money-crazed folks I like to call my friends.
Money doesn’t really exist anymore. It’s just a number. A number we don’t need.
Now give me some so I can buy some lunch, I’m starving.
I was having this argument with some money-crazed folks I like to call my friends.
Money doesn’t really exist anymore. It’s just a number. A number we don’t need.
Now give me some so I can buy some lunch, I’m starving.
There is not one time where this does not happen to me. WHY.
$ < Life
You greedy little bastard, watch this shit now.
Money sucks, dude.
No seriously, I’m broke as fuck.
Absolutely necessary introduction, showoff.
So today, I went to the Museum of American History in DC.
Outside one of the exhibitions, there was a large white board.
It talked about Martin Luther King, and how he had a dream, and invited all the visitors of the museum to write down their own dream, and leave their legacy.
Every single dream written down had something to do with fame, money, or meeting some celebrity.
Once more, I lose faith in humanity.
gpoy.
THIS IS YOUR WAKE UP CALL.
Get your voices heard. They can’t silence every one of us.
Don’t allow them to use you as yet another puppet in their little game.
Fight for what is right. Believe in a better world. There must be hope.
The 1% needs to learn how to share.
We could all be living in good conditions if it wasn’t for all this greed.
If not you, who? If not now, when?
Careful, now.