The Starving Artist

THE STARVING ARTIST

by suite20seven SEATTLE WASHINGTON

As you read this I sit here with my last $100, I have nothing! It seems by some cruel set of circumstances I have been fucked by the corporate system.

How do you expect to steer a ship with no wheel? How is the engine going to work without any petrol? No map, no worries... SURE lets sail this ship to the bottom of the ocean and breathe with our whimsical water lungs you incompetent fuck.

A dystopic imaginary realm, where I fill my stomach with your good intentions.

I 'bare with you' whilst I wait for my theoretical currency, that I get to exchange for rainbows and happiness.

How is it that you dot yourself with fictional blue 'Inc' and suddenly become invisible to the rules and regulations that corner pin society?

The security ‘video’ footage seems to have been mysteriously erased and now I am left looking ’slack’.

Without any proof or documentation of the ensuing events.…

OR‌...... could it be that Marty Mcfly actually drove a Mustang and Delorean was just his friend that studied film making?

I hope that this society is different, I hope that the working class is treated with the same care and compassion that big business is. It's about time the little guy stands up and refuses to be pushed around.

This is the real world, Deal with the consequences.

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