this is bad

I am a man expressing in himself all the pathos of helpless humanity in the face of the inexplicable and indifferent forces of life. The stark, bald headlands of fact lie before me; at their base, the thrashing, destroying waves of necessity threaten to overcome. I can no longer conceal the spleen that so colours my mood. Blessed by the mental clarity and inner directing application that permits me to sort out from the facts and avenues in life the particular things that allow my direct advancement, I have come to a realisation. I need money.