20241229-1844. I’m living on borrowed times, basically. When the shat happens to fall, then I’m finished. I own nothing. I eat bugs (the little ones that are mass-produced in our food stuff, such as cereals and the like).
I’ve squandered everything and now the fools are devaluing someone else’s stash, which is under my name. So as a test to its final valuation, that spiritual report will be processed and forwarded to the AllFather, who already knows the outcome.
Y’all see: I should be filthy rich in a humble way and NOT living in this OLD house with some crazy and stupid neighbors. But so far it’s a good way to live comfortably without even trying to buy into the gimmicks or keep up with the crazy and stupid Karens.
Just because I drive my elderly father’s luxury car does NOT mean it’s mine. No, no, no! It’s all his but I’m allowed/permitted to drive him to his appointments and other locations.
As for the house, I want none of it. It’s easier to have the essentials but no more than that because owning stuff comes with responsibilities and that include having stash, none of which is mine.
That’s all. End 1850 PST.