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For me, however, establish an personal connection idea of being sandwiched between thee trash straitjacket pods of blacken blue plastic bin bags witnessing how theses inanimate all messengers were, stuck at chest deeper at the moment in a green household wheelie bin overflowing as I never really knew dreaming about a thoughtfulness adventure into the unknown world would be zir in closer proximity than I’d imagined, as an ordinary autistic person whenever on my observational journey, devoting my whole entire attention to the allure of a household green wheelie bin noticing a human management that society complains of a bin men couldn’t possibly handle because this was why I was entrapped by had a harrowingly sentience’s ability to come alive a seek a animate life from a inanimately carved living gain all consciousness where all primordial shake overall dark surfaces of my everyday existence shaping for what’s hidden beneath; a seeming infinite innocuous omen of pure pleasure evil shall reside in eerie silence amongst the suburban life becoming a very different, but strange keystone interconnected changing the one fabrications on thee web of life by distort particular objects likelier plastic & turning a planet earth into PLASTICA, so a Nestine Consciousness could indeed thrive.

Aforementioned, the household green wheelie bin design was all about perfectionisms because a sinister menace had too obtain a new body capable of making all entrapment easier become more efficient in a hungry stance, where a sleekly appearance’s would deceive me leading to the trash inside that’s already surrounding me a showcase the curvature is tapered at the bottom condoning elegance in a downward momentum concept in which; aforesaid being twelve too twenty-four inches in longer depths, while height difference vary from forty inches in high ‘n’ thirty inches widely at the gaping mouth or lid whence open, that’s obviously all crafted piece of art wherever inescapable in upwards technique velocity becomes merely impossible or difficult, which means the Nestine Consciousness has a greater willingness’s power to symbolise a swift capture ‘n’ contain unwary visitors likelier me by endorsing plastic to shrinkage from being immobilised by the tendrils fusing to melt under such extreme condition in such a manner that I’m unable to achieve crease the surface, all the manifestation of intelligence an entity needs.

This time, I was more than cautious when especially it comes too moving or attempting any form of actionable shuffling motions, so the messengers of Plastica wouldn’t detect my owners signals as trying to make an escape effort, even though the blackening blue second skin of this cocoon bin bags was found immensely tight, I couldn’t even move as I was stiff as cement when I tried to notice there was gonna be no more collection’s from the bin men hardly as this alien creature foretold a sudden unexpectedly dominance overriding the human race; including me learning that this’s entity lurking hard in an insatiable hunger growing only when a victim is needed directly there ‘n’ thence, drawn by sheer instinctive I was indeed at least knowing a compulsive curiosity nudged me closer towards shoulder deepest level whence the wide open gaping lid ‘n’ body framework was found to flexing too squirm trying to gulp me wholesome desire for my judgement betterment.

Upon, facing thee predatory embrace in nature that was indeed a constricting forces because I tried to lean forward to repel myself from the blackened blue bin bags success in all a cocoon’s; now started to feel a slight inflation as thee plastic messengers began to follow the next orders to filling the bag I’m trapped inside of too pour highly volatile organically sludge to make me a rotten statue that lets the material to enhance’s adhesive additionally equalling a more potency’s stench that makes me gag in greenness face & this was a bizarre sensation when it actually happened, all a pure distraction that slowed down my way out as this household green wheelie bin had stirred a perfectly fine plastic restraint’s I couldn’t imagine on stopping the pliable squishiness’s piece that became deceptively simple, sprang from thee edges originally connecting to my wrists almost with pinpoint sentinel precision, coiling too all melt upon first contact… entanglement in this mess wasn’t even close too humorous.

These materialistic tendrils of all blacken blue plastic were unlike any kind of sincere delightfulness I’ve never encountered before, because the pouring of organic sludge content was zir in rubbing against me the entirely whole wrongful way as this caused me to challenge myself to get out of the tightness shrink wraps squishy cocoon, whence the plastic messengers where testing me as the pulsating shiftiness was making my head spins uncontrollably as this sensation wasn’t a nice one; thence mockery in thee Nestine Capabilities fluid was relentless in the afoul grip, weaving around me likes a predator stalking its me as one prey individual silently doing everything possibly to subdue me instantly deploying all a complex strategy in weaponry.

Timeframe from every milliseconds, seconds too minutes passed by extremely slow pace especially being trapped within the same confines space of a green wheelie bin embracing my own level in movements was severely affected or limited; my arms pressers a so much tighten stuck in a certain volatiles sludge hugging me in a very uncomfortable position at my sides, rendering my chances of reaching escape velocity because these blacken blue bin bags are now filled to the absolute maximums brim with organic waste ‘n’ synthetic materials beginning another shifting cycle cocooning me, foreboding more snug than snugly that before, conforming to my body greater than greatest shrinkage wrap literally squashing the entirety substance’s closer too my small slim body festering a grotty vile bacterial growth in absolute chaos whence absorptions was locking me right in place triggering a hugest amount of bluffs force preventing another futile functional strengthens to escapee once again savoured the whole entire familiarity of my ownership rancid unpleasantly two layered socks on my feet forgotten about unable to sniff them.

Wriggling free was on my mind, shakes off the bondages cocoon with some desperation that was there because thee shrinks wrap was one particular problem, let alone all metamorphosis’s from a deep crammed straitjacket plastic pod within organic sludge that I could feel on my feet solidifying to keep me preoccupied when’s the stickiness of the blacken blue tendrils inside my own mouth & wrapped gently on the surface exterior silencing the painful aptly communication seems also increases density girth as the richest decomposition substance residues was found beckoning pouring straightforward into my mouth keeping me all aware that escape was imminently occurring as nonexistent, clinging too me with all adhesiveness tenacity leaving me unable to gasp only to gags at a sinkage level wanting to vomit, that me made me slip too head deep as thee wide gaping lid was half up to closing sealable this one human boy away in a confined gazebo of non flow’s blacken blue bin bags trash heap around me clawing at my visceral fears that clawed at my inside forcing me to drink the disgustingly thick milkshake.

With every single one fleeting moment that passes whilst close to submersion point or approaching head deep stiller in the scent of decaying remnants in a foodstuffs wastefulness, the acrid odours atmosphere compel alongside with blacken blue tendrils ‘n’ trash straitjacket pods as well enveloping me, which are confides to all suffocation in oxygen deprivation ‘n’ rise of carbon dioxide indeed reminders that I was slowly loosing a battle for control becoming weak until weaker too weakest to survive the ordeal entrapped in this grotesque situation; leaving all the pulsating squirms blacken blue tendrils pumping residue fluidity unknown rotten, making me drink this cold distasteful souped down my throat that caused the messengers to be one step ahead immobilising me furthermore, loosing all hope for my freedom being stripped away.

A silence eclipse settled heavily on my heartbeats, as each time I haled ‘n’ inhaled this breath had all zir suddenness surge burst in quickened pace knowing the telltale blacken blue tendrils are still there moving around me with more than intonations wherein, the grasp slid downward’s into place likewise a coldhearted serpent; as these were thee wrappings especially combining whether one on my mouth or aptly inside my mouth as well, are silencing’s me altogether, stifling my instinctual cries for rescue, where the devil messenger’s shall says “no, no, no, human boy, you belong to us now & let us proceed with the disciplinary actions to your unwary hindrance that beckon unwanted attention”, highlighted a defiant flicker igniting a tone with the Nestine, I’m all facing doomsday.

My heartbeat races too aches as the pounding increased against my ribcage, the only sound left in this gazebo of trash straitjacket pods whence thee wide gaping lid was three-four quarters closed looming darkness in a world of a household green wheelie bin of absolute despair because these blacken blue tendrils are pulsing with a blended rhythm of their own independence, merging with a nightmarish manifestations that blurred through my eyesight lines between what’s considered a recognisable in a inanimate objects then spring to make them appear more unnatural animate where all aliveness commences by shifting ‘n’ shuffling to have a better chance of securing me in the tiniest gaps relentlessly; while each quiver of their sinisterly presence, would send a strong shivering that could I feel the very gravity me pulling me towards where all hope is now entombed or embedded within unhygienic abyss of refuse thats now a suffocation around me… until something else comes along as a grand surprise.

Upon, the surprise appeared to be presented to me as a very gift for me to receive & this was where high specialised blacken blue tendrils are then ribboning around me as a bulge protruding from me burial’s beneath under thee straitjacket pods, whence I could definitely feels these unexpectedly things happening because the Plastica messengers are tying me up with too much tightly layers as these were squeezing on a whole new level, especially on my two layered unpleasantness’s squelchy socks which causes thee plastic engines to drive up by ramping up a massaging technique in rhythmically contractions to soothe my pain being entrapped & as one appear’s around my neck; each one was a merely socket too rightly keep the organic sludge to make the tensions between me being ever-so sandwiched moreover a strongest solidification furtherance & this was bad enough for me to make a reaction.

In these stranger moments, a surrealism underscores that a new era has arrived on me especially all newest chaptered dawn has begun where the Nestine Consciousness was born eco-invasion, honing there skills through a sort manipulating human neglect ‘n’ turning this very important plastic garbage into a pure evil divine weapon making humans like me to rightfulness easing succumb, transforming what’s called discarded items ‘n’ organic matter into a means of making all self preservation entirely possible inside a vacuum shrinkages internally a household green wheelie bin; this vitals element energy used as a tooled weapon was a validations for a calculated trap design to ensnare me easily referenced as a litter bearers in essences because just one more squirmy motion from the detainment frame sent me being sucked too submersion point & the wide open lid shuts completely locking me permanent confinement collected as trash… thee next phase is apparent on what the Nestine Consciousness has installed for me.

Thee only individual who’s been shuddering wasn’t from me, only from the eerie movement from which was a alienation household green wheelie bin drawing me furtherance ‘n’ further into the one refuse, where the plastic blacken blue bin bags had to containing a protective container described by me as an straitjacket pods of grotty foodstuffs that clung too me with a voracity that echoed as crinkling whenever the Nestine Consciousness commanding the messengers to take me to the Plastica World where they’re from keeping me their forever or a eternity until this’ll one passageway is a gruelling one predatory natures can finally removals me from planet earths existence; after succumbing to the darkness which was a retreating temptation, creating all a surrendering white flag waving in when I’m too overpowered ‘n’ overwhelm that ignited a spark for all my own hopelessness’s shame pressing against me from either sides.

As the transportation system was underway, the last fragment of my thoughts were dominated by the fact the cities influence each a distortion under which shall the Nestine’s Family understanding the knowledgeable citizens forthright I’ve become oneself as with the trashy folk thrown away ready to see what happens next; well aways from thee one green wheelie bin that’s already consuming me in its closest proximity transforming me into a claustrophobic tomb covered me in a slops stinkiest soupy sweetie mess rapidly growing in pulsations rhythmic that’s enhancing harder ‘n’ longer each like all a timeframe, thence two mannequins approach thee green wheelie bin pod cautiously with zir stance complete control of confidences & attached a smalls device to zap the detainment holding container away back onto their owner one planet with me in transit… the scene has taken a littlest twister & I’m unaware of what was going on with the Nestine Consciousness exclamation “the first one human to dine, behold ‘n’ forth get ready for the first human visitor”, the intentions were shifting to a new manner.

All was a suffocation sentence, yet hypnotically quite surreal as a resulted thee divine Nestine Consciousness commanded the two mannequins humanoids too presenting a very different unfolding reality where I was entombed by the Plastica messengers where the Plastica residents tauntingly says “your journey begins at lost land here human, now be zir prepared for your identity without all a trace”, those are thee words causing a suddenness changes in empathy for a plastic humanoids themselves who’re too forges a abandonment to neglect act me on their planet; leaving me within permanent accommodation the household green wheelie bin with the same fate of refuse that was left as emblematic of humanities excessiveness dump on rightly feeding these alien’s growth forth destruction destiny to proceed all a destroy our world without me seeing a single thing.

The very polyethylene material I was surrounded by in alls nature showed the messengers has dedicated their life to managing me turning against this poor human being who was now a sample in an alien consumption feast, not an ordinary entrapment victim no more than one person who has indeed befallen to a mysteriously entity where these delicate components of humanity was in itself engulfing me; now after well gone the two mannequin humanoids left for a reasonable explanation because, bubbles the squishing ground around the household green wheelie bin began to appear sinking on a materialise shuffle where this part of the sludge was actually on a current levelling floor being found on a system thats all vacuum suction pulls the prison pod to the source apt heading slowly towards a stoned vault known as thee crushingly chamber whereby prisoners like me are trapped inside doomsday greatest moreover as I had no idea what was going on outside.

Bound within the parameters layers of blackened blue straitjacket pods where all the garbage heaping has too offered me because these are all messengers have full blown access to manipulation knowing my thoughts flickers like a light bulb about too burst’s in the embers of darkness, understanding the weighted of the trash above, sides (left ‘n’ right) & below me was rather strange as this was no ordinary type of restraint hold to immobilise me especially both at a physical personal risk unable to resistance’s avoidance by metaphorically speaking to control of my owner’s autonomous recognition powers as the Plastica residents in this area region of green wheelie bin confronted me firstly before I could even react; upon realisations was a very testament while I was deteriorations mode which responsibilities where all important because I wasn’t a representative bin man, but a discarded thrown toy remnants of a forgotten platform which is where food was ideally placed down reshaping my relationship dining in the same waste.

The idea flooded me after a spark was drenched in a organic mix of decomposition, with a reckoned tale about being a unfortunate legacy was closer than I ever imagined too easiest much thought possible being threatened all the time about the samenesses old darkness envisioning me too envelop claiming me completely as a defiance flawed its way to the surface as the green wheelie bin was inching closer to the crushing chamber stoned vault wherein the dire predictions flashed as imagery in ones mindset because either the worlds bin men, community memberships running wild or the privilege interaction I had with the Nestine Consciousness was a camaraderie of where pride was not a ideal story to foretell to be told by words especially in the refuse; so each blacken blue plastic straitjacket pods are a all reminders that once supported me in this narrative sharing experiences.

Plastica own solar system in planetary climate was very different than planet earth formations because thee temperatures are very high to keep the atmosphere warmer than warmest to make sure the skies gaseous sun remains to keep the wastefulness here in a sludge richest likewise liquid soup literally melting all foodstuffs prior to keep the air toxic with potent chemicals in pungent aroma oxidation that reduces oxygen instantly, so I couldn’t play games or explore those triumphant moments; especially the two layered unpleasant socks I’ve been wearing on my feet only reinforce all a little sniff, where the Nestine Consciousness nor shall a plastic messengers didn’t want me to do that because this would lead to a very escape chances… wells not likely a chance on this garage planet would still have captured me anyways in different ways to keep endangering to ensure full immobilisations would persisting into me either way, being born as a discarded neglect which was transforming me as the green wheelie bin approached the vaults doorway as the story is about the end eventually.

Fore upon, a finals act of rebellion shows a futile attempt to push back against the one shrinkage wrap blackens blue cocooning ‘n’ second act of organic sludge pouring all inside the tightest plastic shroud, while the socket tendrils grasping on my limb’s; basically being sandwiched between too much assortment’s whenever all my entrapment aches muscles from remaining so inanimate that was causing to my overwhelming senses of feeling my own’s two layered socked feet sweating to unbearable, as the residue liquid squeezed my feet in such a way that meant to cause a deterrent sensation of remaining stiff but still in same place, whence those moments where undefeated wisdom within these’s depths of my spirits declined, forcing the plastic tendrils too releases slightly & retreat because the household green wheelie bin had vanishingly disappeared into thee void crushingly chamber vault knowing the wholesome weight now was oppressive by the mechanisms that all compress ‘n’ compact the detainment prison ‘n’ horrifying way different coloured bin bags pinned together as a heat pump was a phase would commencement.

Additionally as the heated system activations upon contact of the household green wheelie bin that settled inside, all sophisticated device was operated & this was a highly attuned, but zir effective compaction cycle where inward moving walls from thee internally room moved forward synchronous together binds all the variating bin bags colonies closer ‘n’ closest squashing everything in a ten feet deep steep ditch or cavity in a smallest vertically drop offs by versus a narrow space of all two meters wide putting pressure on me being trapped furthers; then below thee surface was a bladed crushing spikes compacting everything into a single puncture 2-D formation before being sent too a ginormous dark grey plastic bin bag locking sealable position where the plastic holder determines those trapped like me to succumb upon suffocation as a specials pipe connected to the unwanted items deeper into all forgotten a liberation of seeking unwary adventure.

The only emergence was the mannequins who are upon the one surface pressing on thee buttons to make the compactions round more difficult for me as I was feeling the household green harden exterior wheelie bin frame melt under the relentless radiator heat ‘n’ deformity under the compression forceful mechanisms literally where the cocoon by them; yes as stated by thee blackened blue plastic tendrils then yanked by pulling ‘n’ sucking at zirs particular angle that put me to sleep for the final proceedings to take shape as the squishiness itself was deflecting some of the compresses, but not enough, as a hungry jaws where awaiting my attention to conceal me for eternity as I could feel a tingly sensational on my two layered socks feet as this was no ordinary chamber because of the simultaneous commotion because this was were I’m being consumed whole broken down by the bacterial strain growth.

Gruesome nature sheds always all a teared light on how an alien species like a Nestine Consciousness ability too shuddering all a viciously evil soul can comprehend what celebrating a zir all life’s victorious win, yet still I’ll forever be altered as in digested by the decomposing enzymes secretion’s as the inwardly moving walls are compression soo firm that this gives the impressions that the bacterial species to dissolve me betterment; but a vacuum’s pipe pulled the green wheelie bin straight down & into thee ginormous void where these yellow straps on the predatory bags fuses as a whole one organism together are then seen sealing by pulsating rhythmically to increase the volume of sacrificial digestion rate on me, knowing this one sight has been wrecked in my own memory undeniably loosing a survivable lesson that was all never learned about a person’s response to the environment & too avoiding the waste like the Nestine Consciousness itself by instructing theses straitjacket messengers to fulfils their purposefulness at the story of me is almost near to resemble nothing more ‘n’ nothing less.

Thence, I vowed as the blacken blue cocoon titles me easement as unbeknownst that the otherworldly nature residents of Plastica are absolute champions from their own perspective to adapt their environmental practices to entrap themselves literally onto me in such as these recognisable creatures that lurk are all living proof that consciousness can exist in many differently ways, whether in our universe waste or taking shapes as a innocence’s household wheelie bin to mimic something so much recognisable where our own materials can quickly become overflowing, stopping the all a Technological Society to bow down a legacy of not just collecting garbage, but inspiring a generation to seek revolutionary ideas to repel the alien species that manifest themselves as mannequins, plastic bin bags or whatever they can personally usage absorb to become a monstrous creatures; deciding the very essence future fate that lurks beneath or beyond the realm surface never too apt ignore one’s refuses that consuming me.

In conclusion as the story ends here inside the one impenetrable chamber of dreaded nightmares becoming as in many hourly the bacteria would’ve finished me off alive by leaving me eaten to all nothingness, a spiritual revelations that never existed to seek the knowledge of truth, seeing a new renewal in my lifetime purpose because I became food for nutrients for multiple creatures; firstly the Nestine Consciousness itself to gain my energy, secondly the plastic messengers in these decomposing non porous blackened blue straitjacket pods or bin bags & thirdly the wholesome richest organic sludge compromising my body states in forth zir deemed gradual weakness’s preventing me from being idealistic rescued, as the dangers were actual hidden within the layers of discarded heaven, understanding my initial capture was indeed a, yes, but this also awakened something far greater than invasively species itself never too underestimation what alien sophistication powers really look like under heated such competition.

The End.