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when a cashier breaks ranks, and she exposes all the customer is always right ******** when you bid her goodnight and she turns, all fear and loathing in las vegas face of forced politeness - a face that looks more like a hallucination than expressing the calm of repeating the endless android-like no-problems boss: the customer is always right... it's like on this Ford-style conveyor belt, being assembled for nothing other than a death... bought the Bacardi *** and the Japanese beer.. stumbled... some kinds of ciders make you peckish, but this wasn't the 8.2% cider... went back and looked for a tube of Pringles (salt & vinegar)... walk home eating about 3/4 of the tube... just thinking about the face i just saw... 10 minutes from closing time... and what happens when you undermine the impersonal relation between a supermarket cashier and the shopper... and groove into the personal relation between a supermarket cashier and the shopper... elsewhere it's the obvious polarization, the: high-ground, the middle-ground... and then the trenches of arguments... plus... i haven't eaten crisps in a long time... that's what a seasonal-based diet does to you... strawberries? in December?! what?! apples in the middle of summer?! what?! well... i almost forgot how decent pitchshifter's album deviant was... back in the day... rumors of being banned and what not... well... whatever happened with that band... sure as **** happened... maybe the whole Queenie Liz the II and Johnnie Papa Paul the II cover did it back then... culturally speaking... back in the *** Pistols decade? you could get away with anything, things were stagnant or at least plateau on the Norman side of events.
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
when a cashier breaks ranks
when a cashier breaks ranks, and she exposes all the customer is always right ******** when you bid her goodnight and she turns, all fear and loathing in las vegas face of forced politeness - a face that looks more like a hallucination than expressing the calm of repeating the endless android-like no-problems boss: the customer is always right... it's like on this Ford-style conveyor belt, being assembled for nothing other than a death... bought the Bacardi *** and the Japanese beer.. stumbled... some kinds of ciders make you peckish, but this wasn't the 8.2% cider... went back and looked for a tube of Pringles (salt & vinegar)... walk home eating about 3/4 of the tube... just thinking about the face i just saw... 10 minutes from closing time... and what happens when you undermine the impersonal relation between a supermarket cashier and the shopper... and groove into the personal relation between a supermarket cashier and the shopper... elsewhere it's the obvious polarization, the: high-ground, the middle-ground... and then the trenches of arguments... plus... i haven't eaten crisps in a long time... that's what a seasonal-based diet does to you... strawberries? in December?! what?! apples in the middle of summer?! what?! well... i almost forgot how decent pitchshifter's album deviant was... back in the day... rumors of being banned and what not... well... whatever happened with that band... sure as **** happened... maybe the whole Queenie Liz the II and Johnnie Papa Paul the II cover did it back then... culturally speaking... back in the *** Pistols decade? you could get away with anything, things were stagnant or at least plateau on the Norman side of events.
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Oct 19, 2018
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