Thursday, December 6, 2018

Ceremonially speaking

I have three steps left  in my ritual offering of form to IRS. it is a religion, a reluctant offering, made for survival. I must, print out the form, sign them, date them, put them in envelope and mail them.  Like a jew to the crucifix. My mental illness makes me sustain the ritual, as if the length of the unfairness be as long as necessary for citizens to see the folly of this repulic, misunderstood bu the voters themselves.

But, I did get handy, again,with the IRS system.  It is not my first go around.  The spreadsheets are fun.

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