Xomba Juice

I write to get through the days. I'm in a financial crisis, I can't find a second job and I just gambled 5 bucks away on those f***ing scratch-off lottery tickets. I don't want to be rich and famous, or get married to a billionaire and never have to work again. I'd like to work, write, and chill and not worry about my checking account having a balance of negative $200. Money is the one true evil of the world. It's a piece of paper, it's a coin, it's a symbol of status and accomplishment. I think I've accomplished a lot in life, but I don't have any cash to show for it. The little green leaflets, with Presidents' faces peering out, immortalizing everything that our leaders stand for, and will kill innocent people to protect, are the slaveowners of us all. We don't possess money, it possesses us. (There are a f***ton of S's in that word...) When we exchange it over a counter or through an EFT, I can see the faces laughing, laughing because as humans, we think we're so far abouve everything just because we have the ability to create abstractions with our mind, but the abstraction has come to control our minds, and our lives and dictate everything we do. And there's nothing we can do about it. I think I'd be a hippie, but I really can't because I like taking showers every day and I probably don't smoke enough weed to fit in. Sigh. Who knows. At the end of the day, all I know is that I'm glad there's a library nearby or a paper and pen to help ease my troubled thoughts.

-crysta hall-