A Method to Greediness

As a person, your life has to be garbage. Surround yourself with all-approving morons that nods at everything you do. Thread through the cynical guidelines so you will not be dismissed as a coward. Nothing seethes of the ideas of greed but the perfunctory disposal of your ordinary days, looking down on people who wanted to make this world a better place. For what is greed if not the thought of a selfish bastard, who entitles himself to all functions and materials, eternally thinking himself as the better one. The first. The upper hand. Never the best, because people will see through the fake edifice. Just the right position to get everything you need with your words, your time, your influence, your confluence of them all. Also a position to choose someone you can paint with the same garbage of life as you have. Go inside their filthy, webbed closets and dig for their crumbling skeletons. That way you control them. And in the end, play the victim. Plant the notion that you are incapable of any creative disposition of life, that you are a thoughtless, needless imbecile whose only fault is dreaming the way just like any other. Bask in the hope of redemption, without fully knowing that a special kind of hell is waiting for you.