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***** posture, this lady, hunched over behind the counter tapping at buttons, clicks and whistles, ***** and pistols we go bang, bang, bang on, in and around one another and she's there, ringing up products, pointing at slideshow menus which one is perfect for an Atkins diet, "The Carb-o-tastic" she says with a mild grin she's being sarcastic, but no one can tell; these days our eyes hide behind screens, brightness on auto-pilot, the human race pseudo-connected come one, this table is empty, come all, i'm free and a loosey goosey the windows wiped down, heads turned at a ninety degree angle appetites like magnets directed towards red apples this garden of Eden used to be the refuge for graceful angels now it's all in ruins, uprooted and discarded like ***** napkins she coughs and signals her youngest daughter in and tells her to mop the floor some ******* spilled a full cup of tomato soup and didn't bother to clean it up themselves
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
whodunnette
***** posture, this lady, hunched over behind the counter tapping at buttons, clicks and whistles, ***** and pistols we go bang, bang, bang on, in and around one another and she's there, ringing up products, pointing at slideshow menus which one is perfect for an Atkins diet, "The Carb-o-tastic" she says with a mild grin she's being sarcastic, but no one can tell; these days our eyes hide behind screens, brightness on auto-pilot, the human race pseudo-connected come one, this table is empty, come all, i'm free and a loosey goosey the windows wiped down, heads turned at a ninety degree angle appetites like magnets directed towards red apples this garden of Eden used to be the refuge for graceful angels now it's all in ruins, uprooted and discarded like ***** napkins she coughs and signals her youngest daughter in and tells her to mop the floor some ******* spilled a full cup of tomato soup and didn't bother to clean it up themselves
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
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