Being Poor and Being Bullied by Relatives, Oppressed by Capital, I'm Crazy

[Urban cool writing + officialdom and shopping mall tactics + bottom class of society + long-term repression + precise outbreak + online IQ] [Urban Machiavellianism + Crazy Revenge + Sister Ceiling] Capital squeezes my blood, and relatives step on my bones. An honest man of twenty-six years is laughing like crazy: It's not the brain that's crazy, it's the fact that every account has finally been settled. Some people feared he was crazy. He didn't know, he just woke up. When capital and power form a dragnet—— How can a madman win with only a ledger, an IOU, and a life? He cut the net into pieces, woven it into ropes, and tied them around their necks. Every account is paid with principal and interest. Every penny goes back to its original owner. Everyone, kneel back to where you were. He doesn't want much. Pay back what you deserve, kneel down when you deserve, and don't have to live when you deserve to die.