Needy lonely anger

obtained from many merchants at unbeatable prices. Never chose to pay that way or this, just put in the time to wring currency from action. Debt from inaction. Dissatisfaction accompanies that voided warranty; reaching "as-is" status isn't as chic as it was back when. Classifieds lie so loudly, just trying to spell 'love me' with a number. 'Own me' with a year. Trade's out, trash unthinkable, a cold wisp across a dark and white street that night a more meaningful mode for this commodity unveiled- share it. fuck you.