Frequently I used to wonder how a cesspool of human trash could ever exist to the magnitude I have experienced it

One trip to new York city took what I thought already too far gone from the norms of society and completely redefined what I thought human trash was. And I barely left the transit station.

They are not the waters of the cesspool but the rotten pieces of stinking shit floating in it undisolved for their sheer resistance to being dispersed by the endless maelstrom they churn in.

Even the air makes me want to claw my skin off.

Tonight and the night is young I have seen dancing crack heads
Stripping themselves naked
Delapidated hookers
And some disgusting black guy jerking off into a urinal and mothers selling their children

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