Job Market

    by Altruistic-Offer1197

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    1. PringlePrincess3 on

      Millennial job hunting summed up perfectly wearing invisible crowns, winning no glory, dying at their post.

    2. I stand on the frozen balcony of a gutted high-rise, wind knifing through the rebar bones. Below, the city flickers like a dying bulb ATMs coughing error codes, billboards bleeding static. My oath is etched in frost on the railing: no rent, no boss, no 401k mirage. I trade silence for shelter, barter stories for soup, and when the last drone patrol hums past, I vanish into the stairwell’s throat, footsteps swallowed by concrete. Crowns rust in museums; I wear the night like chainmail and die nightly at whatever post still has heat

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