Recycled plastic

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Tedious nights and luring liquor leaping into your mouth. Boundaries and vanity. Insanity and a heart so small it can't feel anymore. In this little town, we are suppressed by desire and drowned by thoughts that Resemble anchors submerged in the depths of the sea. The offspring of the troubled youth labelled as egregious errors that are bound to fail. Sandy pits in polluted beaches where we gather around to play. The air feels thick and heavy in my lungs like weights pressured on my chest. Cigarette smoke enshrouding the sky as the men on the aisle try to form their own clouds.

Let's pretend we can't see. Walk past away and smile like we aren't dying. Let's put the elated demeanours on and settle in a smile. Screeches and howls waltz into my ear like a little melody I know. Incorrigible faces of the politicians of my screen. Preaching lies they will never reveal. This ravenous hunger keeps me up in my bed like irking sounds from the rats that inhabit my shower.

Bottles scattered across my stained discolored carpet. They seem to appear to call me so I can be theirs. Bristle hairs glued to my scalp unwashed and engulfed with grease. The water is gone. The pressure of days seems to weigh on. When will it stop?

I need a drink and a drag. Scattering my pockets, looking for change that was meant for my rations. The plantations and vegetation were nearly annihilated. it would need better climate the drought reigning Chicago. I didn't know whether we would even live to see tomorrow. Maybe we would up like the others.
Like Pakistan's water. Like Zimbabwe's government.
Like Congo's neglect. They were suffering long before other counties too were striving. Some were long dead.

We hadn't had communication in approximately 48 hours. Two days. That wasn't as bad as the others. Since the wall had been built Mexico hadn't been contact with us for 2 years. They hadn't supplied us so we begged the others to give us resources too they refused. It seemed everyone realised that this was their chance to be top. We had oil but we were cheated. We were given less than we were supposed to. Our food rations were Low as it was so we couldn't afford to go to war.

I haven't had any social interaction. I didn't mind that part really. I hate people. I am a misanthropist. Why? Because people cause so much damage even if they don't want to. Sure I am human too but I don't want to be.

I am not really jocular but here a joke. When a continent goes into total breakdown and grotesque chaos, the suicide rate increases. Isn't that funny? People tell me I get a dark humor when I am off medication. I tell them I am only a male high on testosterone.