UTOPIA LOST To survive a wealthy commune of subtle and crafty individuals you must ply the art of agreeable praise, innoculate your bootless temper immune to those surreptitious member residuals and avert your piercing, annoying gaze, though having detected a covert Nobility, your rise to the dream may be gradual and a few will arrive ahead of others on Board of Directors deniability that an affluent comminard class keeps no sister or brother if psychiatry bills cramp an ability to float their million dollar stash where profit and loss ever boom and crash and corporate communes add up the year abandon hope all you troubled folk who enter here.

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