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Thursday, February 04, 2010

Money. It stinks.

Money has that stench. It’s the murky reminder of a gone era.
The fading paper tucked in the murky rag of a rag-picker.
The catalyst that enables man to sin.
The faint whiff of success. And loss.
The stimulant, temptation that results in disaster.
The reason peace treaties are denied.
It’s an album of lost heroes. And the hero itself.
Sometimes the god. And sometimes the offering.
The cure for stalled projects. The universal language.
The green the world wants to see.
Money. It's the smell that stinks long after it's burnt.
posted by phantasmagoria at 8:52 AM 2 comments