Social Security:B120

Ummm, the smell of underpayment, ass sweat and and the general feeling of discontent. I'm here to obtain a new SS card and by the way did I mention I'm in Middletown? Oh, yeah Im in Middletown and and it's feeling pretty good, sitting in a barn like building next to an vacent shopped out old REX appliance store the city is broke down like a shit-mountain with burning villages all around...whats that smell? Oh thats amrco/ak steel, smells like business left town. It seems a portioned majority of these people are looking for more money, more benefits or searching for a way to obtain total benitfits and escape under the wing of our governement. Reminds of that British Film MeanTime, when the whole family is on the dole and the younger brother gets involved with a bunch of hooligan skinheads, I can't remember how it ends. But im sure its very slaggy and the film just stops, thats how most skinhead films are. Some tragic end with no meaning illustrating the stupidity and futile exchange of life when in reality there is no future and thus no stop and no start. I get the idea of hopelessness in the city and in the country, things really do seem a bit drab and and totally useless when everyday is a hallow perception of the haves and the haves not. The daddys girls and the boys groomed to win sent off to parade their future and tend the past sacrafice of good fortune of their fathers. Rich people are pretty. Genarationally they dont do hard physical labor. Like ancient Egyptian skeletal remains, achealogists could determine class by the warping of bone remains do to physical labor and poor diet, thus determining who was worker and who was ruler. I don't know, the scene here upsets me to a certain degree. Old people applying increases in medicare B plans, workers trying to file for disability claims with doctor's notes and thick ky holler accents, scared white girls getting ss cards for license reinstatements and then me. Getting an official government print out of my ss so i can turn it into little ceasers pizza at the age 27 and probably make minimum wage working with high school kids in lebanon ohio in the year 2010. I think i need my fucking head examined or good speed and excersize. I have to make some shit happen and decide what the fucking crassfaded eyes of Jesus Christ am i going to do. I gotta get outta this office, i can smell my feet. Oh, great thats my number: B120

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