Oh, this definitely is a dramatic way of putting it, but not entirely. I've 'sacrificed,' allowed to slip away, every support we consider necessary in our society, except for a few low-end sleeping bags that allow me to survive the winter cold, and the $2 per day that salves my conscience for the 10-14 hours per day that I work in the back corner of the God-send coffee shop that somewhere between tolerates and is fulfilled with my presence. $2, every day, pretty much, tho when weather permits, I'll either be among the few promising souls at Occupy DC, doing what leavening I can, or in front of the White House, with my Kill Carbon posters, in either case.
$2 per day... drip, drip, drip. I have no replenishment. Drip, drip, drip.
$2 per day... drip, drip, drip. I have no replenishment. Drip, drip, drip.
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