For the life of me, I can not understand why nobody has come forward to provide me with one million dollars. It is completely baffling that for the sake of the art of wanton decadence, these funds have not manifested. There are calls for me to get a job and earn a proper living. But I say to these people--no. I will not do that. That's not art, that's commerce. I am not a commercial commodity and never plan to be sunk down to such lows. I mean, what would you have me be...one of those hard-working money-centered bums? The rich who live on the debt of the poor and middle class? Do I look like a bank to you? Do I look like an oil man? Do I look like Donald Trump--the man who can still be wealthy whilst having bankrupted a fucking casino? I don't have a comb-over. My widow's peaks are clear and true.
Just as with food, for those who eat, something must die.
I am going to save one of these bums with this opportunity one day. I am going to save one from the delusion of life-everlasting. If I can just save one...well, a man can dream, can't he?
-- Tom Miller
If you or anyone you know wishes to give me one million dollars in exchange for absolutely nothing (or a lesser amount which I am accepting via my "Trickle-Down" fund, simply contact me and prepare to hand over the cash money. This link accepts PayPal, Visa, MasterCard, and quite possibly American Express.
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