Money Sucks

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This is a game of tag and you're it. It's always up or down, win or lose. You either have the power or you don't. We're a democracy but we aren't democratic. We've gone back to the middle ages, except now the feudal lord is Company President, CEO, and his vassals are all the under-paid, under-priveleged, people working for him. This isn't progress. It's a facade.

Money ruins everything. I mean really. It's just another leash. Another wall holding you in.


"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose
ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

This planet has—or rather had—a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy. And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.

Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.

And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small café in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.

Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible, stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.

This is not her story." - So Long And Thanks For All The Fish

It's mine. It's yours.
Think on that, would you?
xo.

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I've been dreaming upside down.
Days float by, little butterflies in the air, I can't seem to grab hold of them, always just a little too high.

I'm so very happy these days. So very much in love with me, my life, and the people who want to share it with me. Everything seems far-off and from far-away you can't see the cracks, the holes, the wrinkles on the surface. From fair away, everything is perfect. Everything is perfect when you slow down and back off. My biggest problem is I get too close, too involved and then I think and stew on them. I don't know how not to think.

I suppose I'd rather think too much than too little, but sometimes curiousity and emotion are like the match and the fuse and all the rest of the time you're just waiting for the big explosion. I don't really know. I don't even know if I can accurately examine myself, my life.

There's something about the quiet and the smell of snow and the people too. The people and their vivid colors, popping up off the snow, three dimensional and alive. Ahhh. I don't really know what I've been thinking these days. I don't even know if I've had time to think except in the context of conversations.

And then sometimes I get to thinking too much again about love and life and purpose and I get filled with so many thoughts that I turn inward to that place deep within. It isn't a dark place, just far back, distant. And you can't really tell that you've gone there because you lose a certain consciousness, a certain connection to the real world and just wander about inside yourself wondering which way to go and all the while the Chesire Cat sits there, smiling.

It's like those times when you stumble upon some great line in a book and have to stop reading for a moment because you can't believe someone could know you that well or could write something so beautiful. The story doesn't stop, it lives without you while your gone, but you, you stop living for a moment, a great pause in the unpausable, and then when you continue on again its as if it never happened. But you know it did. The world stopped for a moment and you were the only one to notice.

Well, I'm running on coffee-shop thoughts. My eyes are starting to blur and I have to go read some more. Wordsworth is brilliant.

XO

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Crazy. I am going crazy.
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