Sometimes I think that I love things just for the sake of loving them, and that maybe I just am in love with loving things. Like, outside of human life, I can value stupid **** just as much as anything else, and you can't put a value on human life, unless you can monetize emotions. I don't even know what I mean by that. Maybe it's to do with currency in your own head, and there actually being a structure where it can't reign supreme. Money ruins everything. Just ask Steve Jobs. He'll tell you he loves money, that rat bastard.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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