NO ESCAPE Nearly every day I happily try to be that helpful friend my neighbors allow, yet I am haunted by the impending worldwide calamity they dare not comprehend, the hedge corrupted lending for rampant deficit spending on sprawling commercial growth for executive wealth and power they can well afford to extend by ignoring the tons of rubbish, junk, sludge, smoke and fumes, that vast and festering blend in growing mountains of landfill, swirling patches of plastic ocean, freshwater lakes no longer fresh and a jet-exhausted atmosphere over the haze of big city smog all dissimulated not to offend the billions of hardworking but ad-driven and credit-addicted trash-dumping shoppers who with their corporate suppliers imagine a great future when they follow the growing trend their dreams forever expand to outer space adventures, while this life-supporting planetary biosphere they barely know and fail to defend shrinks and slips into the toxic self-extinction of its over-populated, garbage-choked, ecocidal end.

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