nitrates spinning on the roller grill at 135F, because those poisons have to be at a safe internal temperature or else they’ll kill you twice as fast
organic slime coats the soda nozzles and diffusers, above a sticky floor full of sugary liquid residue from older spills that have yet to be cleaned, because the girl behind the counter is the only one that showed up today, and she’s nursing a horrible hangover
a skinny man, roughly the width of a quarter note two beats into an otherwise empty stanza, yells his way through the door with combativeness. something about keeping 6 feet away from him at all times and abiding by the social distancing rules that he’s still enforcing wherever he goes. the victim of his ranting shrugs him off and politely walks away. when you portray yourself in such a manner, you will either be ignored or feared. I assume he probably masturbates a lot. I can’t imagine many friendly phone calls coming his way
the bathroom reeks of well water and sulfur from the sewer lines. the last hanging prick that was in there left drops of urine on the toilet seat. there’s graffiti on the mirror that I can’t understand. I’m not that hip, and I really don’t want to be
lottery tickets, cigarettes and chewing tobacco are the biggest sellers here. on my way out I held the door open for a little girl with a lollipop in her mouth. she looked at me without expression. her father said thank you and grabbed her by the hand before entering the parking lot. his case of beer swung like the pendulum bob of a grandfather clock
yes, time is ticking. we’re all just waiting to be scooped up by death’s hands, and carried away from all of this, convenience of living
