Ann it haz peeple that kant spel.
Perhaps moving to a more 'astute' neighbourhood, suits you best, I think.
You are too nice and respectable to live in this sour, tasteless, full of criminal and anti-social slum.
Moving out is, sorry to say, the best option. It appears that the genre of creatures, not people, are making this slum, ghetto, into a breed of misfits who terrorise and cause ill-repute to your suburb and are making you very sick.
Please move, cos' they won't it seems, they are bad machines!!!
What the hell are you talking about? Bad machines? Shit, what color is the sky in your little world?
I HAVE had a labatome and I happen to be an imbread. Are you saying I'm welcome in your fine town? Is a jean puddle the same as a gene pool, only more shallow and with a designer nametag?
Your rant has a certain lyrical quality that is both engaging and off-putting, like the poetry of Nels Hap Budel and the prose of Nikki Gans-Persoll. You're experiencing an existential angst that recognizes and salutes the bitter contradictions of post modernist society and the disconnect between expectation and culmination that forms a crux of sentience for those who live what has been called "the unexamined life." I applaud you.