| This is the runt in the litter,
the last straw to be drawn, no matter
how bad things are, somewhere out there
you know there is a tree you can piss on.
Interestingly most of think of ourselves
as the "The Worlds' pissing tree"
at one point or other in our lives, but I like
to think of people who live in places where
a mountain of garbage can spontaneously catch fire and fall on you and destroy your home
because you are living in a country racked
by corruption and human rights abuses and you are really left out on the rubbish heap and have to sell your daughters and stuff, and then i think the very fact that I have any Internet access, a desk, even a bit of plastic that does something useful
makes me incredibly privileged and I don't feel so bad after all.
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