Quarter Plastic, by papaya
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Plastics...are those who
*have pretty smiles with fake lips
*talk a lot without looking deep into your eyes
*tell you how great you look in that big orange shirt
*own two faces:a colorful mask outside & a rotten skin
inside
As we live in this world where
*it takes millions of years to decmopose the real plastics
*we have problems to get rid of the real plastics
*the environmentalists find a hard time to persuade people
not to use plastics
* the ubiquitous plastics are used everywhere
Just like the real plastic, the plastic people are
* polluting our hearts
* messing up our brains
* boosting our skills to lie
* turning us into " plastic people"
ALthough we know how bad Plastics are
In order to secure a spot in this world
We also become plastics...
At least some of us are " Quarter Plastics" =)
Note: (quarter Plastic is borrowed from my friend RDKB.)
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Posted: 2009-04-04 22:39:24 UTC |
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2009-04-06 15:51:05 | !!! A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD !!! |
some are plastic jewels and some are diamonds in the rough. but i agree theres just too much plastic |