Life is short. Filled with stuff. Don’t know what for. Some ball of various stuff. Like the love of your friends. That’s the important stuff. The rest never got going. But i have a business proposition.
I learned all I know. By the age of nine. But I could better myself. If I could only find. Some kinda seed funding and a tax haven. Some kinda inheritance i never worked for.
I’m looking, I’m looking I’m looking for, something only a few of us are lucky enough to be born into.
Like wages don’t rise. Like corporations don’t pay tax. Like we need a minimum living wage. This baby needs…
An FM radio jock telling you who each moment in your life was sponsored by, and how helpful that is to your very existence.