Where I live

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

When I speak to my brother he doesn't turn to face. He prefers to reciprocate the spite which I demonstrate unfailingly and in frequent intervals.

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When it's time for me to leave
I'll rest easy under the treees

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Where have the collective strides of our ancestors gotten us, toward the prospect of what's called 'equality'? This notion has a kind of surreal, utopian ring to it. Like something one knows will never be, yet believes in anyway out of passion or compassion. Like the notion Jesus will return to Earth, or that of believing a family member with dementia is still their old self.

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Where I live two huge corporations control monopolies over all of life's necessities. All of the food is standardised and noone seems to mind. For their own convenience these brutes sell their goods in plastic packaging, paying no heed at all to the state of the environment, focused only on the state of their personal finances. They've carefully determined for each plastic-wrapped good specific quantities shown to maximise profit, or in other words best exploit the population. They even sell water. In plastic of course (they really don't give a shit). And they're shameless enough stick a plastic label to each plastic bottle, embellished with fancy writing boasting about how the water itself is quite natural as it was taken directly from a spring and some other bullshit about purity, seeming to appeal only to a niche market of neurotic hypochondriacs and complacent snobs.

Under each product on the shelves are barcode labels displaying the price of the product as well as the price per kg. The price of one of these products is a gross overinflation designed to exploit people who are simply trying to buy food. The price per kg is there to give the 'consumer' the illusion of transparency, but really each product was deliberately placed. This cynical opinion of mine I'm sure is correct because I can plainly see the depraved nature of those whom get by through cleverly devising ways of robbing people out of their money.

We have been taught we live in a democratic society based on a free market. Yet we must endure corporations with monopolies on fresh fruit and vegetables. But it's poor form to complain. It would not make for a very positive conversation piece. So here we are.


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Submitted: March 08, 2021

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