Dave sat down in class gladly acknowledging the fact that he was a ghost in class and ain’t nobody talking to him he enjoyed being alone cos he hated talking to anyone that didn’t seem of interest to him everyone had a blur on their face and the were all insignificant to him the only person that mattered to him broke up with him cos she felt dave didn’t love her she felt it was all forced but on Dave point of view he did love her so much but he couldn’t tell if it was his ego or his massively introverted side that was keeping him from expressing his true feelings to Sasha, well in the end he fumbled her nd now he’s sitting on the loneliest corner listening to some Adele on the 18th of November not really feeling the Christmas spirit but only feeling the gaping hole of loneliness once again and the thought of being celibate for a while while being whipped hard by the strong African harmattan.well Dave was an atheist so he really didn’t care much for Christmas so it was like going to be like any other day as he was sitting by himself listening to his soul crushing music someone tapped him nd as he turned the blur that lingered on everyone else was not on her nd then he said “Did the heaven give me a Christmas present in the form of a 5’2 black angel ……..
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Daniel Emmanuel
I write my experience my only release and my only freedom nothing else matters than this inexplainable freedom 😌 and peace
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WHY DOES MONEY R ULE
Till today I see our existence as a very mysterious concept not only that but also this world.This endless and massive plane given to us to control but instead we decided to make ourselves slaves to things that we brought to existence things that we created and that one thing is “Money”. Sometimes I ask myself hw do a piece of paper get to control something as mysterious as life or something as huge as nations and countries.We are the ones that gave such non living material such empirical power over us that practically it is worshipped like a God ,Hell 😅 it is this non living item that’s making me type this stuff at 2am when I should be sleeping😅 it has made us it’s master nd we have made money our king. It has unlocked one primal setting in us that is quite similar to the animals of the wild which is ,survival of the fittest a chain of an endless cycle that will never stop and that made the human race more small minded and caged and has caused more suffering and inflictions not only to us humans but to the earth as well.Do you think the reign of money shd end? Are we not better of without it and the hierarchy system that comes with it ? We are fucking equal after all and this earth was left for the apex creatures to enjoy which is us but the first instinct we get is to put a price on everything on earth when everything wud hv been free when we wud hv been free from this socioeconomic bondage that a piece of paper hv put us to a point that it has taken half of our free will and has wrecked this world that has the potential to be paradise.But I won’t entirely blame it on the paper though cos it was us humans that created such entity to manipulate and control the system all in the name of maintaining “ORDER” but instead it has brought out that beastly savagery that is similar to wild animals nd we hv subjugated ourselves into that survival chain where everything is manipulated by money ,controlled by it and has even become our existence.everything now has a price even something as mysterious as and sacred as life we put everything at a price in our temporary stay in this world that wud hv been paradise by something so insignificant .we gave it ultimate power and it has not only destroyed our planet but it has blinded us from knowing our purpose in this mysterious world instead we created a system that go around like clockwork and we are caught in an endless loop.Do You Think we should let Money control us or let’s jxt destroys this endless loop and enjoy the little time we have on this mysterious world 🌎.
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