It's funny. Money only means, " if I give you these notes or this number, will you do me a favor? We both know people who will take those notes and do you a favor, because they know that they can get favors for those notes."
People need to know that their work is good for something. People need food and safety. If they can't or don't get these things for themselves, as in large interconnected societies, then they make a representational system so that people will do favors for each other, knowing that someone will return their favors.
I guess. Maybe someday I'll read Lonergan's economics.
I feel heavy. I should sleep more so I can function better. I am not sure what my body would do for itself, if it slept more. But I think my brain would help me think better if it were turned down to minimal operation for a few hours.
I slept for about 4 hours.
I want to read more To Rise Again at a Decent Hour. Magic times. My little heart. My little balls. I think I want to eat cereal. It's annoying that I might wake up my mom if I make noise. I just coughed.
I'm listening to Spotify. It is playing End of the Movie by Cake.
Everything is happening, my friend.
I do not want to... something. Go. I do not want to want.
The shame and hunger are gone.
Words are lost.
Enya is singing Only Time ... to me.
Musical instruments moan and talk and laugh. They are usable fuckable, dead and dumb people.
I am plain. I am time. I am trine. I taste a pahhty.
Gong... Lowess. Bye bye berger. I wash my face with my fingers and water. I am going to die. When I get there, I will see the difference between the first time I was wondering if anyone has any questions about the future of this message.
Haha, Autofill! I am you.
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