It's what the fighting's all about, shout, drunkenly wave money in front of bartenders, hoping to buy their attention. The quietest guy with the fattest wallet is the drunkest.
It cost 663 billion to receive 497 casualties in Afghanistan, it cost a dollar to buy six yuan, eighty yen, Elliot Spitzer spent eighty-grand on nude friends. Your favorite baseball team, sitcom, movie, website, road, song, all stalked and interrupted for a commercial, why do something you want when you could be spending money instead of time?
A fourth of all hard earned money is taken by officials who spend it on things people don't want or receive, to put the voter in jail, to force the voter to pay public debt, to make the voter pay the IRS, to make the voter pay for war, to give the voter a DUI or speeding ticket, to tell the voter what they can and can't do, to remind the voter of this, to threaten the voter, to oppress or beat the voter, to mace or tase the voter, to shoot the voter, to convict the voter, to put the voter to sleep, to tell the voter they can't speak.
Tax season, right after Winter, is the coldest of seasons, when people are forced to recollect on their year of money, wasted or invested, fill out paperwork backed by the modern debtors prison, while the nation is bankrupted and busted, while the taxpayer has lost their home, their car, their job, their sense of purpose, their pride.
For an hour of cleaning a strangers fecal matter out of a metal pipe you can make twelve dollars, for playing pretend on a TV you can make twelve million. Twelve million dollars will make girls sleep with you, make people worship you, make people reflect on themselves and wish they were you, though they don't know you. Houses too big to heat, dinners too big to eat, guests too small to greet, money lets you treat others how you wish them to be treated.
It can turn your grandfather into a cosigner, and your cosigner wants nothing to do with you after debt goes unpaid, regardless of the blood, the memory, the bond that existed before the bank turns humans into shape shifters. Money can buy happiness, it can end marriage, it can put a price on human life, it can cause people to kill, it can cause people to enjoy killing.
Everyone wants it, nobody understands it, most people are indebted by it, money has bought slaves, money has created slaves, money can free slaves, the all-powerful paper, falls apart in water, burns in fire, blows away with the wind, its existence relies merely on an agreement that it exists, though we are not always convinced we exist, money will exist after us, though it is us who create and give value to money. Money will bury you.
We spend 70% of our lives working and being forced to do things so we can make enough money to enjoy the other 30%. If you work hard and make lots of money you can retire, after you are crippled, wrinkled, paralyzed and old. When you are too tired to do anything, you have made enough money to quit. People quit a lot sooner, unable to realize they have given up, sacrificed their dreams, their love, their life, for something that is nothing. The very essence of existence handed away for something that does not fulfill, does to create, does not explain or give life after death. Money can be buried but it can't follow you, sell your soul, play the guitar, get some money, spend eternity broke.
Have fun, enjoy your vacation, constantly spending, always lending, sometimes sending, and forever trending. Money, the biggest mind fuck of all, happy hunting consumers and entrepreneurs, ignore your families, your passions and the nature of existing, you can make more money if you just focus, keep working, keep aspiring to fail.
