Quarter Plastic, by papaya Subscribe to rss feed for papaya

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.)

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