It was 11am 11th November 1918. The end of the first war. We still have time and the dream of a life outside of the war of Money that never ended.

I want you to write this piece as the tone I relay: money is the III world war. Silent killer, money is an explosive, the ticking bomb you never know where it’s going to explode in abundance or in detraction. It needs spectacle, becuase it has no life if ignored. It needs to be seen and talked about or it loses value. It hates feeling side-lined, overlooked and ignored. It depends on us and the illusion we depend on it. It knows we can access everything it gates without it, but by Stockholme Syndrome, won’t. Why make it easy when you can make it harder with money?!

It is the original loner, cause in a world without it, value is found in people, so no one is a loner. No hierarchies, no competition, no classism, no judgement, it is desperate for our connection, because without it it doesn’t exist. The moment we all decide to put it on the shelf, that’s its end. It is just as dangerous as the same arms that were put down on 11th November 1918, the only difference is you don’t see direct blood or hear “bang” when it screams. It is the very thing that makes everything that kills valuable, as people deem it valuable only because it’s profitable. It is twin qith weapons, the two tools of the weak, as the roginal technology was always the human self. And yes, technology is a weapon, reason why cybersecurity exists.

Moneys holds grudges, as it retaliate by removing access to life if you hate it long enough. It will hold you away from your own families to provide to your families. It will come in between your relationships if the two don’t agree to love it equally. It will kill any ounce of humanity if you let it, cause it depends on you forgetting you ever had any value before it existed. It sucks the life out of you, just to put some remnants of processed life in you. It is the booster of time, it sells you quick at the prices of quality and you believe it to nurture you, only cause you have allowed it to bewild you to the point you feel grateful to it for giving you the same life it shielded from you, as if there was ever need for protection from a glass of water and a hot meal, when you gave all your time just to get some of it to keep warm or survive the winters. One day the surviving the winter was the lack of food, it’s like we got so in love with lack we chose to have money keeping us apart from our own substenance. Are we afraid of our own abundance that much?!

Once the problem was not enough crop, now thanks to money we have less quality but wasted quantities. Still think money is your friend?!

It targets those who second guess their natural worth the most and then build lives glamorising the fact they have money, cause at least they won’t have to face the reality of not knowing what they might be good for, if we didn’t have money. What does strategising do you if there’s no competition?! Well, better planning and organisation?! 8 billion of people don’t just dissapear because money does, there’s still things only a strategic mind can fix and things only hands can fix. There’s need for everyone. You just have to use it wisely.

Money’s anger comes with specific people’s paycheck. It goes where it knows it can use someone to hinder someone else. It hates those who feel valuable without it, because they act as mirror that we never needed it in the first place, and that we are actually greater without it. It uses the traumatised who holds grudges with the worldd, cause their history is good enough to have them feel like they have something to prove “I’m not a victim” doesn’t come from making someone else one. It cones from not feeling like one through self love and worth. Real worth, which isn’t something you will ever be able to aquire. There’s no price tag for the things that matter, so marketing kicks in and sweeps you off of yoir feet and has you thinking what doesn’t matter suddenly grew value.
Market value usually lacks life value.

Money sucks, don’t you dare suck too. You are human. And you’re alive. You have blood pumping, your chest breathes in n oit, your belly makes sounds, you can feel pain and pleasure. Guess what?! Money feels none of it, but you feel all of what it could have if it was alive. So you feel double the pain, cause pleasure is the given of live, you don’t need money to climax. Ever tried masturbating or having sex? I’ve never seen money penetrate or lick you up. Wake up.