CAUGHT UNAWARES MID-FLIGHT TO STARS So now, prosperity itself is a curse beyond all economic devising, past eleven at hour the twelfth our spinning planet cannot reverse the panic forbidding, fact despising science advisors off a company shelf with soothing lies to doctor and nurse for g.m. pesticide farmers surmising its only a chronic cold, nothing else just a curable cancer no worse than if bio-disaster was so surprising it appeared to arrive by stealth, human character for what it's worth desperately needed revising, all ego-centered in neurotic self, driven to trash its mothering Earth by genius tech "forever" contriving this rabid demand for shrinking wealth wins desert soil for exploding birth of health care costs forever rising with our healthy growing economies so richly fed by the poor oppressed now beget all these dying ecologies, though politicians keep on advising conserve, recycle, expand, re-invest, let no radical eco-loser interrupt as our money goes right on disguising this final conflict of interest - the fate of our species neatly wrapped up, such a long beginning to ending abrupt?

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