alisonisthegreateststar:

“The year is 2015. Target’s empire has fallen dramatically, yet stores across Canada attempt to drag their liquidation sales for as long as possible. 

Lipstick is now worth twice its weight in gold. Packs of wild dogs have overrun the stores. The people are revolting over lack of colourstay eyeliner, wielding shitty plastic hangers and waving flags of polyester polka-dotted sheets as they attempt to survive in the wasteland. Clans have emerged, battles have been fought and carts hurtle dangerously through the aisles with no direction in mind, taking out both person and product as they go. 

The people crudely inscribe messages to those in power with whatever supplies they can salvage from the crumbling wreckage. ‘Happy,’ one attempts to write over the once grandiose visage of a Revlon model, blotting our her eye with a macabre swash of nail polish. Are the higher powers happy? Have they gained anything from this cruel apocalypse?

There is no answer however, as the people are left to weather the liquidation alone. No one is sure how long it will drag out, or what terrible levels will be reached when the 50 per cent off sales roll around, but the people are bracing themselves. Target is leaving, and with it, so too shall the world.”