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	3.25 years from sunset they herded us into the stairwell of the engineering building this afternoon at 4:30, the only place big enough now to hold all of us. passed out t-shirts with “future billionaire” printed on the back. & proceeded to give us the economic indications of how well we’ll do tomorrow at the IPO. the crowd’s jaw dropped, too shocked at the numbers to applaud. all those zeros passing through us like a ghost herd of stampeding stock cattle. hungry, thirsty, lost, & pissed about whoever cut off their balls. & tomorrow these zeros will belong to me. they will go home with me. their big, thick feet muddying up my house & my car. they will sit on my chest at night & ask, what exactly do I plan to do about them?

3.25 years from sunset