Freeway peeping into the backyard lives of everyday Americans. A moments glimpse into the decaying pools and collections of crap that adorn the domiciles of the working class. Cemented in their state by the chains of economic strife.
Poor people being poor and staying poor. The levers of capitalism being flipped up and down by the hand of those that feign support. Fuck you and die with your piles of shit. Let your children come by to clean things up and sort through the mess. Let them be burdened with the task of separating your things into groups with labels like keep and donate.
Today is the tough one. Today is the day without sleep when the inventory gets reduced to only the items that are mandatory.
You have no value. You have no worth. You are useless. You aren’t even a memory of yourself. Break the mirror and swallow the pills. Another coffee isn’t going to help.