Dopamine Toxicity or D.T.

The cracked cement covered the earth in a depressed gray, and the cracked clouds covered the atmosphere with a gray shadow. There were people that were on the streets with ragged clothes and shoes with holes in them bundling up with the bits and pieces of cardboard and anything to preserve body temperature. Most of the street people were covered in tumors and radiation burns. The state had set up a little stand to help the poor citizens get clean medical supplies at the cost of trading plasma and other bodily things. It was not uncommon to see the homeless with missing teeth or missing fingers, since this was the currency that the state was allowing them to use. There was nothing of the sanitary nature given to them through any other method than the state. Because of this, piles of feces and debris had to be swept off of the streets usually every morning, and the epidemic of narcotics, which now was more of a pandemical accepted normality in society, littered the cities with needles and other addictive substances on the street.

In the home, the magazines that lay on the coffee table were usually a minor form of pornography, and the Television always had some sort of crass and graphic exaggerated depiction of women and love in general. There was nothing romancical about it, just sexual divergence and the absolute longing and desire for gratification and pleasure. There usually wasn't any precautionary hesitancy or implication of the spiritual adversity that came with the absitance and the holy treatment of sexual behavior. All of the behavior was just sexual. It wasn't that people thought of it as sex, but more of an activity like playing catch or watching birds.

The meals were often cooked with coca leaves or some form of heroin in order to keep the individual focused and pleasured through the time wasting parts of the day. Most men carried a tin with cocaine and a pipe to smoke their share of meth. Coffee lost all favorability after the export crash in the year of [] \|/ {#} 4|pha (<^>). Everything that was an export after that year had taken such a tremendously long time to ship overseas that it all just became spoiled and rotten. Most of the street people usually were the ones to consume the bitter tasting milk and the molded cheese as well as the spoiled meats and vegetables. It was the only things that weren't in high demand, and the only things, other than the street people, that were cast out of societal normality and justifications of uses. 

There were those who pretended that through their own interpretation of the world that they were somehow morally superior to be drinking alcohol instead of sniffing coke or doing some other hard drug. There were those who thought that by making a conscious effort that it was somehow going to halt the ever moving and pressing gears of the machinist granulated sterilized culture. There were those with hands covering their faces with weeping bitter tears who knew with every inclination that the way that they were living was not a life of freedom, rather a life of conviction and moral suffrage. Those in bondage, those in the outcast, those with the premeditated judgment of others, those with "moral superiority" were all under the dominance and control of needles and chemically controlling pills and powders and rocks and smoke and liquids and plants, and the state took advantage of this humanoid weakness and seized all power of "intellectual responsibilities" which gave the state everything and more with absolute ease and powerful control. For the state, it was a blade cutting ice, and for the individual, it was a searing hot iron which branded the man with deviation and addiction.