Petite

It's little things like these that make me realize how detailed and sad the world really is.
You can walk down the street and see a toxic sewer hole in the street with green gases leaking out of the bars.
You can go ahead and not smile all day
all week
all month
and all year.
They'll soonly invent something for you so you can walk down the street and artificially smile at the toxic green gas leaking out of the sewer.
Everything is so artificial.
Even the milk we put in our cereal.
It's swarming with pasteurized chemicals just so it's not natural. So we won't get sick.
It's hidden secrets lie around the cap of the carton.
Flaking off as you untwist that sky blue cap.
Even the yogurt we eat.
The "chunks" of strawberrys in there could be brains for all you know.
Just, concentrated and frozen.
I could spill this all over the boiling desert ground and it would still be frozen.
The brain would break into pieces and never melt.
It's painfully disgusting how people slide this goo down their esophagus' and announce that they're full.
It's utterly disheartening to see how many people don't realize that you are what you eat.

We're all artificial, grab a metal holder that looks like it's used for surgery and place it upon your head. Smell your fingers that reak of metal so it creates a reminder of what's making your smile in your brain that's going to soon be used for yogurt.
Have a happy wonderful day.
Love, the economy.