***
„Life ties you to addiction,
Through its many Epicurean, immortal extravagances,
Pulling you ever so inward,
Along the belts leading to the Powers That Be,
Through debt, loss of credit,
Credit being the foundation for 20th century credibility,
The ability to carry credit,
Chance being created in dire times of desperation,
In the profitable casino of geographical domination.
Those that are left are the survivors of the system,
That reinvent themselves on the cycle of 5 year planning,
To adapt, adjust, learn, and continue.
As in a good maze,
Where you end up is never where you started,
Nor where you ever predicted.”
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