© 2017 Trash Boy

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IT’S 2022. THE GARBAGE-FIRE OF WHAT USED TO BE PHILADELPHIA SMOULDERS AROUND YOU. THE AMAZON HEADQUARTERS LOOMS IN THE DISTANCE. YOU LOOK DOWN TO DISCOVER YOU ARE STANDING ON A POLITICAL CAMPAIGN ADVERTISEMENT FROM THE OLD, CARTOON DREAM-WORLD. IT OCCURS TO YOU THAT THE LAST TIME YOU WILL HAVE EVER USED MONEY WAS TO PAY $700 FOR CAR INSURANCE. YOU LAUGH. YOU FIND AN ANCIENT CASE OF FOUR LOKO. MIGHT AS WELL GET QUATRO-CRAZY, YOU THINK TO YOURSELF, AS THE SMELL OF BURNT PLASTIC STINGS YOUR SINUSES.
YOU DECIDE TO CLIMB TO THE TOP OF THE DIRTIEST LANDFILL YOU CAN FIND, AND THROW A DANCE PARTY ON THE DISPOSABLE REMNANTS OF THE CAPITALIST HELLSCAPE. YOU LISTEN TO TRASH BOY ON YOUR HEADPHONES, AND AS YOU THRUST YOUR BODY INTO AN UNCONTROLLABLE FRENZY, YOUR MIND RACES BACK TO EVERY ARBITRARY OPPRESSIVE SOCIETAL EXPECTATION THAT WAS EVER FORCED ON YOU IN YOUR YOUTH. SO MUCH STUDY. SO MANY RULES. YET ALL OUR EDUCATIONS, GOVERNMENTS, AND BILLIONAIRES DID NOT SAVE US. FINALLY, OUTSIDE OF TECHNOLOGY AND THE COBWEBBED HALLS OF ACADEMIA, YOU ARE FREE..

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