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Lonely Cosmia in Noir Ponyville  
by KopaLeo
 
Burn down the ancient forestries  
And take their blackened chromosomes  
We’ll sketch our gothic fantasies  
Dirty, industrial, monochrome
 
I am happy with this life  
To stay inside my room all day  
Lonely larva in a concrete hive  
Watching the city’s smoggy haze
 
A view from Cosmia’s apartment in Noir Ponyville.

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redweasel
Duck - "someone befriended them, saved them, coaxed them out of their shell, and showed them that sex is nothing to be afraid of. I’m kind of envious of that rape victim"

Fuzzbutt
I’m allergic to conifer pollen. pine trees try to kill me whenever they breed. good riddance!
 
but no yes, it is very scary when you’re consuming every possible resource with nothing left idle or unused… because that means if you ever need to increase production, there’s nothing you can do. it’s also scary when things are getting consumed so fast, that there’s nothing ancient left to find. you start to wonder how much of a future we could possibly have, if our past was so totally annihilated. couple that with the fact that industry disproportionally helps the wealthy and increases social stratification, and you have the vast majority of us with no say in what gets built, who gain no benefit from it outside of what our masters choose to dole out.
 
I think if we weren’t disproportionately consuming our resources and cutting our future short, in order to build the bars of our own prison, industrial society might be a bit less depressing.