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Supermarket tripping Nuts & Dried Fruits the Ethnic Aisle How do they get away with saying that? perplexed shoplifter shackled on display, as if a warning Seven Box Sale of Broccoli Au Gratin Rice Why seven? "Pickled Beets Tormented" an undiscovered Jackson ******* smashed glass and splattered pink on speckled linoleum with infused grime from 1956 Art is splashing everywhere large scale proportional and messy little mix-ups Rancor is now spreadable product it's right next to the sarcasm found in the Fear Aisle feel the chills frozen food fraternizing with my canned goods Was that flattery or flouting? from Deli Counter take three numbers from ticket dispenser I pocket two call for, "78" "78 - 78" "79 - 79 - 79, does someone have 79?" I stay silent "80 - 80 Is someone holding ticket 80?" Chanel suited business woman at my side tapping stiletto upper lip curled eyes periscope about She spots my ticket blurting, "You have 80, Fella" her index finger flickers in time with toe tapping My line: "Oh I thought that was 08" there's a huge "HUFF" as she wheelies cart away Rudy, from behind counter, winks We've been collaborating art for years
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
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Supermarket tripping Nuts & Dried Fruits the Ethnic Aisle How do they get away with saying that? perplexed shoplifter shackled on display, as if a warning Seven Box Sale of Broccoli Au Gratin Rice Why seven? "Pickled Beets Tormented" an undiscovered Jackson ******* smashed glass and splattered pink on speckled linoleum with infused grime from 1956 Art is splashing everywhere large scale proportional and messy little mix-ups Rancor is now spreadable product it's right next to the sarcasm found in the Fear Aisle feel the chills frozen food fraternizing with my canned goods Was that flattery or flouting? from Deli Counter take three numbers from ticket dispenser I pocket two call for, "78" "78 - 78" "79 - 79 - 79, does someone have 79?" I stay silent "80 - 80 Is someone holding ticket 80?" Chanel suited business woman at my side tapping stiletto upper lip curled eyes periscope about She spots my ticket blurting, "You have 80, Fella" her index finger flickers in time with toe tapping My line: "Oh I thought that was 08" there's a huge "HUFF" as she wheelies cart away Rudy, from behind counter, winks We've been collaborating art for years
Some folks are in such a hurry. Some of us like spice and curry.
pj-poesy
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
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