I want a plastic lifestyle. I want a white picket fence and a job at the factory. A yappy little dog. Sue and Jim running around the child-safe backyard with the above ground pool and the happy little swingset creaking in the cool breeze on a summer afternoon. TV dinners on the couch while we watch the latest sitcom with the latest actors on the very latest TV model. Plastic forks, plastic spoons, plastic molding on the TV. Plastic swingseats, plastic pool. Plastic grass. Plastic smiles on plastic faces as plastic people run around a plastic world in an neverending rush to get nowhere.