A Pretty Obvious Metaphor of My Life To Anyone Who Enlarges the Picture or Squints At the JPG.
NOTE: The top box is really heavy, and crushing down on the bottom box, which is very sensitive and requires for its flourishment 16 hours of sleep and being in a state of non-crushedness.
I suggest never emptying the first box until it grows so heavy and so big that it falls through your floor killing the sweet immigrant family of 14 that live below you.
Perhaps then, and only then, will American wake up and begin the Revolution against their capitalist corporate overlords!
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Duh, switch the boxes. OR just throw the contents of the top box away and file this in the bottom box.
I suggest never emptying the first box until it grows so heavy and so big that it falls through your floor killing the sweet immigrant family of 14 that live below you.
Perhaps then, and only then, will American wake up and begin the Revolution against their capitalist corporate overlords!
He lives in a house.
M. OOokay, but does he have an immigrant family of 14 living in his basement?
Because that could still work.
I know nothing of basements. I live in Houston. That would just be a cistern.
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