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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Monday, August 16, 2004, 9:14:00 PM | permalink |
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Foooo~
Light up. Drifting upward puffs. A quick fix.. It soon runs out. Millions of millions being incinerated. Cash, cars, credit cards, reduced to ashes, They toss these things nonchalantly into the fires. Smoke gets thick and hazy. The living have it worst than the dead. "Whose it for?" "They need it. To buy their way around down under." "Really? So if you go the extra bit, spend a little more, burn more valuables, Its all guaranteed?" "Yea. I think." "Cool! That's great!" "Yeah." What do I do with all these billion dollars of currency? The cardboard credit card? The paper mansionette? Can I buy salvation? Opps! Too much to ask! A couple of minutes away from the flames? Bribe infernal guards to look away? A few days relaxation on earth? Looking forward to that! Pass me some notes! Throw into bin.. They burn. Gone. |
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