Work and working at work
I wear a white collar noose. Please someone cut me down before the trap door renders me inert and adrift in an endless swing through a sea of stocks and bonds.
One man's quest to articulate the grunts and gurgles of modern life.
I got like, this big, big stick of gum. I chew it a little bit at a time, because I wanna savor it.
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