Another dollar spent. Throw my money in the grave. Another moment in the creation of the proper way to tell someone to slide thru. Another December, another trip around the Sun. Capitalize that shit cause you know it’s the one.
Fuck it, I’m on one.
We are moving on a path to true destiny. I write down my thoughts and manifest things into existence. It works. Try it. Speak what you want into the Universe and positive energy being created will make it happen.
My banking app tells me that my spending is trending upward over time. Yes, thank you algorithm, I’m fine with that, it means I’m making money. Now get the fuck out my pockets.
*slams phone back in my pocket*
Disconnect. Share a stogie. Share a moment. Share a conversation. Gift those around you with unbelievable tales of the past, the realness of your present, and the grand future you have ahead of you.
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