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i will scratch i will paw we will dig to the end of this and somehow the words will fall the silence will fall the world will fall...
she comes to life, click click click, some whir, some thing. fully automated. fully cognizant. a mechanical beast, a reminder, this noose around my neck of pseudo-obligation. the friend of a friend of a friend and we're supposed to pretend we like each other because....? nevermind, it doesn't matter, you've had your claws dug into this deep earth longer than i have, seniority tows (or does it? shall i heave you and we'll find out?) which all belies the arguments (dark pit) of your expectation. click click click reporting in for servitude operator. fasten your seatbelts, it's a long bumpy ride and the shift will not change, all flight attendants have signed away their lives for these positions and will outlast you, will stand still, will fade into shadows and you'll no longer recognize that they're even there... til nimble hands, palms turned up, come snaking around corners for more give me more give me some you owe me i deserve this i am fucking entitled.... are you? have you got privilege papers? it's required that you carry them on you at all times, present them at all stops, didn't you know that? did you not understand because you hadn't read the memo when the game was reprogrammed? it's true, they're my rules now. do not pass go, slide down the ladder, back into the bog because dammit young lady your approach is just the pits.
i will not suffer fools gladly... or you.