data-free zones


Working hard.

Providing for one's etc.

Putting food on the etc.

(Putting gold dust in the soup.)


I sign the checks, they send the goods. Where does it all come from? Nowhere.


Have you ever been afraid of getting what you want? Afraid of happiness and success?


Have you ever been afraid that they'd figure you out? Ever felt audacious for having what you don't deserve?