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October 15, 2011 8:34 pm
dayone2012: BUSINESS PLANS Pen an ink. Oct 15th 2011. Byl Leighton kelly so my moms in town and i am posting more of my old work when i was a young entrepreneur slash vagabond.  again with my stories of the ol days when i would try anything to make a buck.  well not anything. after i got fired from my job at a cafe owned by a uptight tranny who’s thing was one gigantic Boob and clown makeup, i vowed never to work at a place who made you fill out a W2. i have an unfortunate aversion to people taking my money with out asking politely.  sure, the taxes pay for roads or some junk but not the majority of the money goes to stuff i agree with. i would rather have the ability to choose which ones i agreed with or not. but because thats not the way it works i decided to not play that game anymore at all. thats the real way of the world here folks.  people are complaining all over that they are getting screwed over by the system but really… c’mon.. you are playing the game!.  its in the fine print! you dont like paying a mortgage? dont own a house. dont like supporting big oil? dont have a car. dont like that there is a massive divide between 1% and 99%? stop playing the game and do something else.  hell, i dont know what, figure it out yourself.  trade amongst your communities. make gardens, raise animals, steal antibiotics and rule the black market. i dont fucking know. but i do know there is more to this illusion than what we are fed. invent a new way that fits what you want or dont want in your life. or geeze quit whining about it. fahh. anyway. there is a long line waiting to use the soapbox so i am gonna feed my mom. what do moms eat anyway? Hay? or is it people food? geeze life is confusing.

dayone2012:

BUSINESS PLANS

  • Pen an ink. Oct 15th 2011. Byl Leighton kelly

so my moms in town and i am posting more of my old work when i was a young entrepreneur slash vagabond.  again with my stories of the ol days when i would try anything to make a buck.  well not anything. after i got fired from my job at a cafe owned by a uptight tranny who’s thing was one gigantic Boob and clown makeup, i vowed never to work at a place who made you fill out a W2. i have an unfortunate aversion to people taking my money with out asking politely.  sure, the taxes pay for roads or some junk but not the majority of the money goes to stuff i agree with. i would rather have the ability to choose which ones i agreed with or not. but because thats not the way it works i decided to not play that game anymore at all. thats the real way of the world here folks.  people are complaining all over that they are getting screwed over by the system but really… c’mon.. you are playing the game!.  its in the fine print! you dont like paying a mortgage? dont own a house. dont like supporting big oil? dont have a car. dont like that there is a massive divide between 1% and 99%? stop playing the game and do something else.  hell, i dont know what, figure it out yourself.  trade amongst your communities. make gardens, raise animals, steal antibiotics and rule the black market. i dont fucking know. but i do know there is more to this illusion than what we are fed. invent a new way that fits what you want or dont want in your life. or geeze quit whining about it. fahh. anyway. there is a long line waiting to use the soapbox so i am gonna feed my mom. what do moms eat anyway? Hay? or is it people food? geeze life is confusing.

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    I think the art is pretty awesome, but I’m mostly reblogging this for the text, because fuck yes.
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