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Princepauper
Modus operandi
eye have a best case and a worst case scenario eye never sneak around but eye take my shortcuts on the way to scrounge and found the COA is best thing ever cover self and reinvent it. Today we think we knoe it all the ringtone on the phone is bland the sounds aer varied with the man when it plays a musick box sort of tune it could be his sisters out on loan. When a man leaves his computer in the science room he sets a mouse pad in front of ports to let them knoe that computer occupies a space in his poor heart. The diverse city is a good song in real life it stinks somewhat. There is the top heavy echelon the crème de le crème who only live to further self made dreams and on the other spectrographic end there is the poor girl who only partees. Much the same thing in the University happens as the street. The better offices serve better clientele. The poor go to the alcoholic doctors to ask them about the swell times they have in bars and lessor offices. The rich go to the penthouse sweets to get richer and to line the birdcages there with all my poetry. The rich only go to the insider groups and classes they have clothes shoes molasses the poor girls get shower shoes on wear potatoe sacks dresses and sleep on empty cardboard pizza boxes like this pauper they only want to drink more alcoholic beverages they beg have bus stop wars and steal each other stuff until no one can drink an orange juice glass of full half empty pulpless stuff. Money is now god for all intents and purposes unless daddy has a lot Collage is too rough. When eye had some money sent to me eye carefully misered it out a little bite here and a little bit there until it was back to normal again normal being gone. Eye do not care for money eye live all wrong for society not caring for the things it does not weeping at my fate eye can actually not relate to what a poor girl has to dew eye live a decent life eye have mye internetted wife. Every day eye avail myself of the free lieberry computor writing this word document on my three million dollar dell. A Prince all day and then eye have to leave to walk the streets a pauper with no paper of the green and varied kind a king no longer in the night just picking coins up at all the traffic lights. Do ewe remember when the lieberry was a quiet place and they lieberrians made the people shush today they bob and knob and rock e roll the musick spills from headphones to make the old quail and the young men deaf before they can ever grow. The last bastion is not freedom not religion but cotillion. A prince indeed a pauper in his freedom.
