Monthly Archives: September 2016

Customer service.

These people want death
– drinking pint sized cans
of horrible energy drinks
that taste grim and
are horrible for your
health

***the devil in me likes that feeling of someone glancing up at me behind the till and seeming to instantly form an idea of how long i’m going to take serving them (delaying them) and start sighing and whatnot but bam.. you’ve done everything they wanted and
then they’re on the back foot because they were all sighing and sinking their eyes at you and your long hair and then all of a second they’re on your time and you’ve got a queue of other ones waiting – reckon a good man will smile at this point and change their sinking mind to swimming and thank you possibly but the funny ones are the ones who really rail and retain their stony subterfuge which, because of the anonymous yet shared experiential effects of your apparent and practiced service coupled with their unstoppable hurry, is useless and turns them into cement spinning tops that waver on the spot for a bit before a hurryaway, some of those do say thanks also though actually blessem’. Sometimes in these instants some are so locked up in their own loop of self-unfulfilled negative feedback and so so in an exponential hurry to get away from me that they hit the shelf that’s right behind them, some hard, it literally happens every day in fact, maybe because it’s a gas station and people have the road rush on the brain anyway but still — you can even play skittles with these bowlingball bellends, as long as you’re making sure you’re not the rude one (and they definitely are!:P) you can fire the stony ones at angles at the shelf behind (using your face and its nice blank/blank nice expression), knocking off different chocolate bars that you’ve arranged into a relative points system on a bit of paper there at the desk, gotta keep yersel’ entertained on the jaydob incha?! possibly like ** *
anyway

endless impatient and horrible faces forever forsook by their forseen customer service dreeeams…
“OOOOOOOh golly,
it’s not what it seeeems!!” :””””(((

& a customer with a horrible
attitude telling you ((who must now, to them, only be)their mumbling mirage of momentary ministrative servility) they
don’t like your attitude,
there’s something beautiful about it
a bit.


Sunglasses (soul molasses).

A shape in the head that’s
angles don’t align with
the ol’
shared normals. gives an
awkward gaze – sunlight given
out but slow though the
intake is similar – it won’t
feel familiar- I observe you
from outside much like I imagine you
observe me & knife fights
can
be
negated whilst
floating and bumping sniffling noses (and now fingers) dodge
a fin, the underwater sun’s
a-luminous anyhow

though
Not one of us cats could see!
(nous portions des S.G. à la nuit tombée?)

the non-deep &dark light
blue of the firmament
firmly meant that god is
love amongst other
attributes
(love and other Drags)


The second prince of hell’s bones.

Well I’M GWLAD that I learned to count
and I’m gwlad that I’ve climbed the mount
of being GWLAD to sit back &
sort amounts
of things we had but don’t
surmount.

Whence your scaly surface came
I could really not account,
The morbid factories of missionaries of the
bloody fount?
Excuse me it’s that Pleidiol came dreamwise (& all fat & round) to my
corner, glimmering in the light like gold but not being.