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Dear
Future,
I know you're there, but is anyone left?
If there was a way to do it wrong, we
found it. We blew up mountains, dumped the
slag in rivers, then throttled the air by
burning what we'd unearthed. We forged new
molecules impervious to rot that would
outlast our cities and bridges, a bounty
of bottlecaps and Bics lying in a
bonesnest of the last seabird. We poisoned
the soil to protect crops used to fatten
caged creatures, slaughtered them,
bleached the meat, wrapped it in plastic
and feasted on cruelty so vast and
pervasive we couldn't even see it was
ourselves we were eating. We squandered
our lifegiving home, tore it to pieces,
shit our beds and pissed the wells on a
bloody deathwish bender, so befuddled by
our own mortality we chose to take the
whole planet down with us. Thanks! It was
delicious.
Yours Truly,
The Past
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