When did gravity stop pulling you down, and what replaced it? What's that blurring the edges of your vision? What's that obscuring every other sound? Now this depth is familiar to you. Now there's only one thing above you that matters.
You know that your clinging on to this make-believe about "spending plans" isn't going to last much longer. Because your cock's just aching for my little tits, and just aching for the next send. Cutting into your grocery bill, the last of your ration