Zombies are dragged around by their wallet. From the first trickle during candle light porches, until the fever pitch of winter deadfall, they're a nonstop parade. Slaves to consumerism, and my job is to placate them. Peddling nostalgia in shrink-wrapped, bite sized reconstituted irrelevance. I inject raw self-control into my carotid before every shift. I loathe every solipsist customer I force my brain to brush away.
12:26 p.m. - 2016-10-31
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