if there was no maoney, i'd be sittin with crusty moma's, raising our kid's out of our pac's, while their dads played with the youngin's,next to us..and no one would be alcoholics and no men in suits or uniforms would be coming to investigate what kind of mommy i am and what i smelled like wouldn't matter and no one would call themselves crusty, because labels wouldn't exist and it'd be o.k. to make a fire where ever i was camping..and i wouldn't get martyred, for being to human and I wouldn't be a single mom, in a family with only mothers and sons and there'd be guitar strings and harmonic melodies coming from the camp next to me and the earth wouldn't be dying and my friends wouldn't be dead and my hair wouldn't be cut off and I wouldn't have to be a walking bill board with patches all over me, for the zombies to read and i wouldn't be misjudged and I wouldn't have to say I'm sorry all day to the slef proclaimed, important people, just so they don't jack my kid and wouldn't have to carry weapons to protect myslef from other humans and i wouldn't have to be on the internet to pound the ignorance out. I guess I'd have one foot in heaven if it weren't for moaney, but instead i've got one foot in the grave, so I'm full of hatred and it poision's my soul and I can't wait for the earth to devour all these paper chasing zombie's.