Live, and let live, and do so lightly. For the chances come, but they aren’t so timely. When they are done, they leave their marks on us. Yet we tend to care so much, when they just reckon with our wealth. The esthetic mess I’ve seen is no measure to these bank accounts. Your nine to five. The dreadful life. From mice to men on corporate grounds. Well, does it balance out? And if your soul, to the devil shall be sold. Make damn sure, it’s worth the weight in gold. Live, and let live, and do so lightly. Unfortunately, these vessels aren’t so timely.
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