It was so distressing for me to spend my high school years trapped in decadent Abercrombie & Fitch shirts and American Eagle jeans while my mind was telling me that I needed to "seize the means of production".
It all became clear to me a few days ago. The problem is that I am not a capitalist and I'm forcing myself to be something I'm not. I am not one of his capitalist pig waifus. As of today, I sexually identify as Communism and my pronouns are U/S/S/R. I will refer to my safe space as my Iron Curtain and will retreat to that Workers' Paradise if my pronouns are not respected by the petty bourgeois here.
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