it’s everywhere. It surrounds us in the most subtle and evil way. Yet we seldom see it. And interestingly when we do, it’s usually a sympathetic reflection of our insecurities through an innocent child, selling shit and stuff behind the traffic light jam.
But you should believe me. it’s every-fucking-where.. it’s in the shop you buy your cloths of. It’s in the coffee you drink. It’s in your job, your educational life. It’s in the shit you get wasted by. Even your routine conversations. It’s in your whole world.
And believe me, it is always as painful as watching a 4 year old, selling shit and stuff behind the traffic light jams in the cold winters day, trying to get warmer by putting his tiny hands and feet in the exhaust pipe of a bus.
and surprisingly, there is no fucking way inside it to get rid of it. or change it. or even fight it or damage it.
and the most important part is, you just have to be a revolutionary or you are a pathetic piece of trash, being a part of it.
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