Trials And Tribulations Of Bill

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The Trials and Tribulations of Bill
I am the root of all evil. I am the solution to poverty. I can make you
dead, or alive. I have been placed in the vaults of important men, used
for the purchase of a house, I have been used for the salvation of souls
in purgatory, a child’s first bike. I shape the lives of all I touch in
an irrefutable way, irreversible change is what I represent, infinite
connotation. I am inspiration and I am degradation, this is my
existence, my identity. My dream, my drive to survive all this bullshit
is to one day be used to feed the mouth of a hungry child. You’ll see the
daily crap I have to go through, with no control only an immense
awareness and an impeccable memory, it is a blessing and a damnation at
once. Simultaneous contradiction is my state of being. I once was crisp
and clean, starched and bright, now I’m tattered and torn, dirty and worn
yet my value is unchanging. This is my identity, my saga, and my drama.
I have existed for thousands of years with unerring significance and
power. Currently an aspect of me, F36360810R, resides in the Donation
Jar at 7/11. F36360810R will be telling you about his own life, in order
for you to gain better insight into your own exploits, and debaucheries.
Little thought is given to the origins and adventures that a single
Federal Reserve note has. I am F36360810R, but you may call me Bill. I
am but a part in a much larger matrix, my importance is minimal but I am
also the keystone of the whole operation. I’m staying at the fabulous
Donation Jar at 7/11; it’s a great place really much better than the last
dump I stayed in. It is my dream to be used to feed somebody; I have
been used for many other purposes but have never fed anyone. That’s why
I’m so excited to be in this jar, my intended final destination is
Ethiopia where I will be used to save children from starvation.
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