o lords of the land,

Don’t say one sin­gle fuck­ing word in de­fense of land­lords to or around me.

I’m so fed up of these fuck­ing leech­es be­ing clas­si­fied as work­ing class peo­ple try­ing their best while mak­ing strangers pay the mort­gages on the spare hous­es they bought to ex­tort prof­it off vul­ner­a­ble peo­ple in the mid­dle of a PAN­DEM­IC.

I don’t give a fuck about your un­cle who in­her­it­ed a spare house or what­ev­er the fuck.

My own dad is, like, one of the “good ones” just rent­ing a room in his house and even he is be­ing a fuck­ing sleaze about it!

And I feel no oblig­a­tion to de­fend that, so why are you go­ing to bat for fuck­ing strangers and as­sum­ing they’re just eek­ing by try­ing to make a thou­sand dol­lar a months EX­TRA PROF­IT (in ad­di­tion to, again, try­ing to get strangers to pay for the house they bought) on a house they DO NOT EVEN FUCK­ING LIVE IN?!

Three or four peo­ple in a row were like “this list­ing is a rip-off” and then some­one was like “IM IN­TER­EST­ED I EMAILED YOU”
and …………….. I hate it here.

“There’s noth­ing wrong with prof­it­ing off an in­vest­ment prop­er­ty!”

Lit­er­al­ly shut the fuck up, Lin­da, you’ll nev­er be a mil­lion­aire.

—mel­ony ppenosyne

ALSO: My short sto­ry is fi­nal­ly read­able! I put it on­line for free with the op­tion to do­nate: READ IT HERE. Thanks for giv­ing it a chance, and con­sid­er read­ing slow­ly if you’re al­ready feel­ing rough.

Flom­mist Mel­ony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s trav­eled to Vir­ginia as a com­pet­ing poet, co-writ­ten a play on men­tal ill­ness that is present­ly be­ing pro­duced, and craft­ed a pub­lished es­say check­ing the priv­i­lege and scope of art gal­leries. Copy­right © 2021 Mel­ony Ppenosyne.

MOR D’ARTÍCULOS  MOR FLOMM !

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