Aayushchandra Mishra

August Strindberg [1849-1912] Love and Bread FALK, the royal secretary, was certainly not informed as to the market-price of wheat when he rode out to the major’s to ask his daughter’s hand. “I love Louisa,” began the secretary. “How much do you earn?” asked the old man. “A trifle less than twelve hundred crowns. But then we love each other so devotedly, dear uncle.” “That does not concern me. Twelve hundred crowns is not enough.” “I have some extra work besides. Louisa knows my heart.” “Don’t speak so childishly! How much do you earn by this extra work?” “We met first at Boo, on the island Lidingö.” “How much do you earn outside?” said the major, gesticulating with his lead-pencil as if he would stab him with it. “And our feelings, which ——” “How much do you earn outside?” The major began to scrawl something on his blotting-paper. “Oh! that surely will not fail, if we only first ——” “Will you answer me or not? How much do you earn outside? Figures are what I want — figures and facts.”...

My mama called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on I dreamed it all ever since I was young They said I wouldn't be nothing Now they always say congratulations Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation They ain't never had the dedication People hatin', say we changed and look we made it Yeah, we made it They was never friendly, yeah Now I'm jumping out the Bentley, yeah And I know I sound dramatic, yeah But I knew I had to have it, yeah For the money, I'm a savage, yeah Got me itching like a habit, yeah I'm surrounded twenty bad bitch, yeah But they didn't know me last year, yeah Everyone wanna act like they important (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) But all that mean nothing when I saw my dog (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Everyone counting on me drop the ball (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) Everything custom like I'm at the border, yeah, yeah If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky How could I make sense when ...

Respect All , Fear None .