unreal estate part 3... karma place cont'...

The squeaky wheel gets the grease, bearings packed full, fluid frictionless divinity. Gravy on the potatoes is nice, glistening, pepper and brine, a meld so fine flowing past the palate, comfort food in a paranoid world. But secured risk repellent doused upon the infestations of imagination and creative processes... that is where true contentment thrives. Satisfaction guaranteed.

Where else can a lending entity legislate such security but within the realm of venture... a one-sided lop where trickledown eventually erupts up, with interest compounded. Potentiality is risk to be carried on backs of those with the most to lose. What if the bearers of such a forced and enforced pretence do not wish to carry the priority, the same value of what is threatened lost? What if no one gave a flying fuck?

Requirements now include the tax returns of a besieged ideology, fearful of the repressions currently leveraged. The risk repellent becomes the repelled, a foul taste is left in the face of the gifter and considerations are denied. In the meantime, nothing has changed.