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I don't have a sponsor. It's a wonder I'm not indigent. If I had a sponsor... say, Bounty Paper Towels, I could say that this trip to the grocer is sponsored by Bounty... the quicker picker upper. But without a sponsor, my trip to the grocer is brandless and therefore not worthy of mention. Without a brand, life itself is unidentifiable.

I have thought of walking around town with "your ad here" stamped across my forehead but worried that people would see me as desperate. In the world of marketing, never let them see you sweat. I used to think that only wearing brand named clothing, the ones with the name bold and label oriented letters and emblems stitched on the fabric, would be sufficient and then I thought that since I was a walking billboard, I should be compensated for providing a medium for the products display. The manufacturer said I had it all backwards and said to wear their product required me to pay more for the privilege of sporting their label.

Thinking that was a little unfair, I stopped wearing clothes advertising the maker's brand. I no longer was operating within the required perceived fashion consciousness and found even shopping at Goodwill thrift shops to be limiting. Stream of consciousness clothing, the anti-mental environmental kind needs to be handmade. I don't have time to do that... or do I?