Letter to Small Santa
WORK, WORK, WORK...
There will never be fewer unemployed.
There is not any work. There just isn't. It's a myth we've been forced into our heads.
It only serves to keep us occupied so that we stop thinking. What are the jobs today? work 10 hours a day to make a pink plastic TV/car/shit that will break in a year, so that we're sure to be busy the next year doing the same shit again?
You have to wake up, it's Sisyphus everyday!
On the other side if you're lucky, you'll be a saleswoman so that the rich can buy clothes or go on a trip. Damn I don't even know what a plane looks like.
We must stop fighting for this bullshit of purchasing power. This is what leaders want! You have to fight against property, against their privileges.
We must fight for a beautiful and free life. Money doesn't grow on trees! These are the FRUITS that grow on the trees. We are no longer fighting for the money, but for the trees!
/!\ And hell, gentlemen terrorists, go blow yourself up where you won't hurt anyone, we're trying to build a general dream. /!\
