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money.
i have none.
i live outside of it, i hear it argue every morning and weep every night.
it has no words of safety and comfort, only numbers increasing and decreasing.
money

in 1939, some 90 years ago, britain enacted the cancer act.
It imposed censor on all or any information about the curious and deadly disease.
Fines, fees, jail and death in order to manage and direct it's propagation.
Even they, didn't understand that the whole world means the known universe.
Spice Girls.
An entire generation of kung-fu dolomites and macabes.
maga bees.
sanctions, punishment, redemption, oblige.
money is the fourth dimension, where the swiss live, running all the shows.
timing all the clocks.
war free zones carefully protected at bridges and mountain pass.

the Libra
#markzuckerberg is broposing social currency and needs embassadresses, real promotion.
on real blogs.
at the rate of likes and loves over twelve years my return should hold me as pay for the next twelve.
2020-2032, when i most likely will die.
i would put away half to distribute to my closest friends and family's children when i'm gone.
and have enough, while i'm still living, to commission books and houses and gardens for those children to read, live in and steward.
enough to create a bus that is slow and soft enough to take mortal out of danger and reliable to love as much as a pet.
bicibus.