A little lbit of cocaine and Halle Barry are a sad mix

If you've ever opened an electronic device brand new out of the box, it is very noticable the amount of plastic that goes into the packaging. To present a product in a way that seeing it on the shelf so it is desirable takes a lot of material. Material which is produced somewhere with molecules gathered by some men. But as we are sucked down the drain of economic upheaval, we are trying to keep grasping all those things that have kept us floating through a substantial life. We have riddled our personal stories with items as landmarcks, as opposed to personal barriers or courageous undertakings. We are beginning to see that a system that runs on unchecked sprawl and unbridled development leads to a system which churns out spiteful, spoiled babies that do nothing but grasp for another bottle but we've bought all the bottles in the store, from every country, and they're still not happy. That's it, we've had our ride, the shops' closing, we're going in another direction. Without you. You've done your service, paid your taxes, now we don't need you anymore. Banksters all over the world think this way, that more plastic will give you appeasal, will show you purpose when you need something to strive for. I believe that as people sink farther into the life-supplementing consumer lifestyle, we become tilted from reality to look at an imitation of life. We get bombarded everyday by artificial stimuli, our every whim is appeased superficially. So when this screen of life glitches, we get a glimpse into the beautiful vibrancy of reality. By weighing reality and the life we're discontented with, because it wasn't at all what we thought, we begin to have a hungry realisation that reality is much more worthwhile. Getting out of the house becomes a memorable experience, instead of a time-leech that it used to be. In a world that spins faster as quakes shrink us, they're also bringing us closer together. Shrink-wrapped for so long in our box, seeing a hole through it is like seeing the first sunrise. And then hearts start to yearn. They are telling us something that we dont' want to hear. That the plastic was used against you to give you what you thought you wanted. Does not one want what one does not have? So now that we have everything... Do we want nothing? Do we want to simply drop our suitcase, smash our chrome bumper with a lamp from an international product house, and say saionara, charlie, i'm going to go put my bare feet in the fountain and lay in the grass shirtless? Do we want to stop smiling at that coworker we so curiously devote so much energy to? Do we want to start living in a world where the energy devoted to the farce will instead let us shut down those monolithic energy compounds that loom over our peace of mind like a bull taunting a goose? I see the farce as a diversion from humanity, and a vortex of misery. We get it, we dont have those things on the silver screen. No, we don't need any more eyeliner, no, we have enough cell phones, and no, our blanket does not need sleeves. We've toiled for what exactly?