Glipizide Toprickís Web Blog
This world is not a ghetto. People from space stations are always saying that kind of thing about us, the ones they left down here, like youíre above it all. If you ever set foot on our polluted surface youíd understand that weíve moved far beyond a ghetto. Itís like living in a jungle; men hunt each other like wild animals in the streets firing high powered laser rifles, and at the same time theyíll buy coffee from whatís left of Starbucks. Weíre trying hard to hold it together, but we all get hungry.
I donít think youíd understand a thing like hunger.
So as you read this picture a man in the jungle, not the ghetto. Where Iím sleeping its warm; itís always warm at night. I can feel the radioactive buzz that keeps this planet alive, I can feel it slowly killing the sperm in my balls and making my I.Q. drop. Thatís why Iím writing this Web Blog, Iím trying to make our suffering electric. That all you people up there can understand: electricity.
I reject your virtual reality sex slaves. On earth all we care about is meat, women with big thighs and round asses. Do you think people down here get off with batteries like you do, sex toys charged with radiation. Since youíve left the sex industry has exploded.
It doesnít cost a thing to have a child and sell it. To anyone it doesnít really matter, the neighborhood gang member or drug dealer will do. For one new born slave you can get anything, technology, Government Issue laser rifles, rock cocaine, or you can just make a simple switch, one slave for another.
I know why you might think earth is a ghetto, after all the street life is the only way to live now. If you want fresh fruit, or real animal meat not just new born baby, you have to work within the black market. You have to represent, everyoneís in a gang. I carry a customized laser wired into my index finger, and a nine, simply for protection. Otherís feel itís necessary to carry flame throwers, bull whips, or small nuclear arms.
There is no sense of family anymore; Iíve never met my mother or father. In some places inbreeding is a huge problem; no one knows whoís who, and everyone gets hunger. Does it matter if sheís you sister? It usually happens in rural areaís, itís common to see deformed men in overalls driving pick up trucks full of pot.