What is honest work? Selling poisonous food to poisoned people? Selling useless shit to useless retards? Selling things to people that then sell those things too?


         In this moment, the noblest trade is mastering the art of leisure. I can't think of a smarter person than someone who figures out a way to rob the modern world blind and never work again. I can't think of a smarter person than someone who successfully leeches off government programs, with good taste of course. The best of all trade work is aristocracy. Our working class is completely dead inside; anyone who has spent a days time around them can tell you this. This "honest work" — building dollar stores, mall temples, ratholes — it takes hostage the soul of many could-be heroes.


         If "honest work" was human, he'd be charged with many crimes, one of which against nature. God sits above and mourns the construction of yet another strip mall. It's true, I've seen and felt him do so. God to me sometimes feels like a close and personal friend, and he looks constantly disappointed, even in me. He mourns the destruction of his lush and hungry forests for GameStop number seven thousand and Chinese buffet number whatever. Those responsible for decisions like these will pay dearly for this level of sin; you'd have to be a fucking idiot to think you escape free of punishment.


         All this "honest work" kills beauty in man too. It forces men into poor diet, poor choices, poor paths outside the workplace. Everything in life for them, whether they chose so or not, must revolve around their "honest work". No time to research, pick, and cook a proper meal so I have chips and soda again. No time to work out, to worship the sun in peace, to study so I watch television and jerk off in-between beers again. No time to even so much as consider another way of life so I hammer nails into useless thing for useless people in useless place again. You are being scammed, robbed.


         It's a sin to drown yourself in work forever, unless of course that work produces things of greatness. Chances are that's not the case. Quit your job and rob the world blind, legally if you can manage it. Honest work here today, in this lower kind of world, is a spook. Complete illusion. You aren't a better person for making money in a "respectable" fashion — you are handicapped and lying to yourself. Honest work is a confused and pointless shot in the foot. You'll limp home every day for the rest of your life. Quit your job and sit in the sun every day. Quit your job and run away into the woods forever. Quit your job and ([kiss] or [hug]) a politician.