Poverty is an amazing thing. It slowly slides under you, like a knowing shark lurks beneath a surfer's board. You don't realise in how much shit you are until the jaws of this by-product of our capitalistic society have finally closed upon you: you're done for, without a cent to spend. You won't get access to cigarettes, and you will have to resort to a week-long diet of instant noodles. And maybe tuna fish on good days.
A poor me is writing and posting this 80th post, convinced that trying to summon any form of inspiration inside of me will only bring out farts.
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