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basemented   this liminal vivarium of cool moulded plastic              with mirrors standing in for windows and a ring of branded restaurants taking refuge at the edges     all familiar     no surprises the staff set up          for the consumers morning                       of slack mastication       (Local chain, national, international)    the old-timers   glomming into clump     benign zombies an arrangement of fellas with dissolving jaws   cudding over mammary notions        untailored in sacky pallid sultana skins     reform in a mumble doing snailish pinball movements             crossing and recrossing floors          cleanly tiled for biohazard accidents                salivating about the savoury soft foods to come the restaurants rattle-shake-raise their security blinds also noted a mixed bag of people projecting       into their smooth glowing slablets     making out like worldly fools also present cropped and groomed toy security       peering between the fronds of plastic foliage offscreen public bathrooms   the first struggling **** of the day also present a bench of  youngsters in bright blue screen matching pjs   the four employees of sanitation       drumming up for the shift see also vague happy lady in a  garish sarong importing her holiday religion
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Apr 2, 2024
Apr 2, 2024 at 3:22 PM UTC
benign zombies (notes from the underground food court)
basemented   this liminal vivarium of cool moulded plastic              with mirrors standing in for windows and a ring of branded restaurants taking refuge at the edges     all familiar     no surprises the staff set up          for the consumers morning                       of slack mastication       (Local chain, national, international)    the old-timers   glomming into clump     benign zombies an arrangement of fellas with dissolving jaws   cudding over mammary notions        untailored in sacky pallid sultana skins     reform in a mumble doing snailish pinball movements             crossing and recrossing floors          cleanly tiled for biohazard accidents                salivating about the savoury soft foods to come the restaurants rattle-shake-raise their security blinds also noted a mixed bag of people projecting       into their smooth glowing slablets     making out like worldly fools also present cropped and groomed toy security       peering between the fronds of plastic foliage offscreen public bathrooms   the first struggling **** of the day also present a bench of  youngsters in bright blue screen matching pjs   the four employees of sanitation       drumming up for the shift see also vague happy lady in a  garish sarong importing her holiday religion
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Apr 2, 2024
Apr 2, 2024 at 3:22 PM UTC
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