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Balancing the books.

There is no time like the present to fret over your finances, both gains and losses respectively, and year to year is the same fecal process…Humans waste their time calculating the “fair deal” on into infinity, but we are still not dissatisfied with an irregular system…Social security is still slouching forward, so why not another archaic government institution, even these with so many flaws within them…People get paid, and feel they can’t bitch about a system’s flaws, fearing the wrath for breaking the corporate government’s skin of rules and regulations…I have trouble with moving at the steady pace of the busy world around me, sometimes it is as if everything is speeding up, and all toward the wrong conclusions it feels…As much as I try to keep my free spending in check, my mental capacities dilate time, and shit doesn’t happen as it is supposed to…When it does so, I feel horrendous amounts of regret for my own factor in the mess, but I don’t seem to tell myself that it will be okay…In fact, at the speed of this place Here, it seems futile to treat your mistakes such as they are, and too easy to take up the critical mantle browbeating myself into submission…To many people have it too easy because of people like me who ‘take shit and ask no questions’, and everyone else in-between trying their best not fuck-up, blaming others when their schemes make those people obvious scapegoats in the situation…Ignorance is no answer to procrastination…Faking the answer is sometimes better than having no answers at all…At least, with an answer that you don’t understand at first, there is potential of coming to the realizations of solution as patience progresses, and making the various layers of ideas within that concept come together piece by piece…I hate money with its serious bullshit attached, but Here it has become a necessary supplement for happiness, everyone seems to set the focus to creating a system for raking it in…Everyone but me it seems, I work for money, but I have troubles making money work for me…A serpentine river of credit made material by creatures that feel the need to hold their credit on their person…I’d rather be a clown in a circus, a starving artist making myself a commodity with my presence, but Here, I am merely the production artist…A scapegoat for ill-regulated anger and pain when the need arises…Fuck it…..I’m already tired of this rant…

Thanks, khet.