Was MLM. Hated left-coms. Always told me shit like, "there's no such thing as socialist commodity production you fuck." Feelings hurt. Locked myself up. Didn't talk to anyone for days. Made me more sad, 'cause I could've been doing activism. Threw my Little Red Book across the room. Hit another book. Enter Marx. Start reading him. Read him more. Read him harder. Click. Light switch on. Youreekuh. The real movement abolished my present state of thinking. Realized the party can't decide the form of revolution. Life changed. Left my room. Tattooed RUTH CRIT on my knuckles and bought an armchair. Philosophy major now.
Was MLM. Hated left-coms. Always told me shit like, "there's no such thing as socialist commodity production you fuck." Feelings hurt. Locked myself up. Didn't talk to anyone for days. Made me more sad, 'cause I could've been doing activism. Threw my Little Red Book across the room. Hit another book. Enter Marx. Start reading him. Read him more. Read him harder. Click. Light switch on. Youreekuh. The real movement abolished my present state of thinking. Realized the party can't decide the form of revolution. Life changed. Left my room. Tattooed RUTH CRIT on my knuckles and bought an armchair. Philosophy major now.