Jane found that anyone can learn to avoid
all the social climbing around them. Some people find ordinary everyday
reaching out and falling over all together repulsive and frightening. All that
organised noise and haphazardly swarming human traffic. The same shifting
stumbling blocks of segmented time. The same old work routines crying out in
their death throes for the fast death of irrelevance. The same families of
pirate economists seeding disasters to reinvigorate psychodrama induced
starvation shock tactics. Poverty is not your friend nor is it a set of
circumstances. Poverty is a ravenous weapon of mass destruction. Desire is a biofuel, not a virus born of lust
for distraction. Fear is not an excuse
and boredom makes a lousy noose..
Jania
found herself in a god-damn job as a political assassin and went hunting for a mark.
Six months later, after she bagged her first Nazi pope,
Jania rewarded herself with a holiday on Mars.
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