soraya

public transit. still way too fuckin early. waiting for the coffee to kick in.
train stops. i look down at the tattered liquor store across from the apartments and old falling apart victorian houses and flats and warehouses. right smack dab in the middle of a sea of factories and desolate smoke spewing towers of machinery. the billboard pictures the same bright purple cylindrical device that i have become familiar with due to my grandmothers lung cancer. advair, an anti asthma medicine.

the ragged billboard reads Ask your doctor about Advair!

hmmthe irony of it all. could it quite possibly be all the toxic chemicals and shit permeating the air and ground here. once again, yet another example of many occasions of blantant and almost pathetically unbelievable environmental classist and racist bullshit that seeps out of cities like this

and what better remedy, right. oh, youve got asthma, cant breathe, just ignore the smoke gray air outside thats got a little bit of rusty smell to it, and kinda hurts each time you take a breath of it. just get some Advair, thatll do the trick.
Cause shit, aint no one else having to do with all the big huge factories and corporations spewing all that filth into your neighborhood gonna do anything about it anytime soon. let alone take any sort of responsibility. just deny everything, right? hell, worked for tobacco companies long enoughask your doctor about advairshit, if you even have a doctor, with the majority of people out there that dont have any sort of health care
its just one little irony. after. the. next. maybe theyre thinking that if theres enough of them, people just wont noticei think its working.