You can now kinda turn any can into a bottle with Bottle Tops, a plastic thing that goes on a can. You could also use Snap Capps, or Bottle Top Cold Beverage, or you could put a plastic piece of shit on top of anything and make it a different thing. In 2014, words have no meaning, and no one knows what they want, but they still buy plastic to make things into other things, to make life better somehow, but it never works. We’re animals, driven by fear, plagued with doubt, tired when we’re awake, and restless while we should sleep. We’re biomass, same as the grass, same as coal, same as the plastic, and some part of each one of us will be plastic one day, in 2015, or 4015, or 300015, hooked onto a can of something terrible before it’s left at the zoo or thrown away. In this, not politics, religion, or culture, we are united. We are garbage, we make garbage, and we will be the garbage.