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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.

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(Would you could if you should?) I wood.

A holy kaj swept suddenly down from heaven
and through my face, identifying
itself (to me?) through perfect
demonstrative description.
It said:
“there are shimmery aspects
of our experience that sometimes
make us want to turn away from our
very own lives – these feelings of the far-flung
fibrils fighting are when Brahman is
talking to you – if you can harness
such energies and try to sew them
up into a backbone column of pure
and purifying light (that, if you
remember properly, is not yours)
then this radiance will cast its glow
upon the events of your existence.
Only in this capacity can God be said
to exist – when it’s in the heart of us,
if you renounce him without due
care you are placing high and holy
aspects of your own nature outside
of your own conscious reach – so do
the opposite, learn and come to
know time!”

Are you yet to know the lily that
when it opens has everything in?
All of our problems are caused by
the people who go around thinking
this whole world is hard, when really
everything is the ether. Like when
you look up outside.
Sociable innocence is boring as hell
– why do you think I’m so bloody
parenthetical?!
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Illustration by someone called Adelaide Tyrol. (!). Sorry, couldn’t find a link, got this lovely drawing off a blog post about how the greater grey tree fox of midwestern America or something is in some sort of peril or other or something other along those ponderables at least and that’s all incidental so it’s all ever going to be anyone’s guess really ahspose