Supermarkets
So I hate going to the supermarket. Despise it really. Ever since my parents accident I've dreamed of having someone on call that will always go for me. But alas I am not an actual resident of North Scottsdale, just a shade haunting the streets until the call of home reunites body with quintessence. (God, it sucks here. If there's anything you can do to help hurry things along that would be super. But since I in fact don't pray to you or trust you, you probably are just laughing your ass off right now, thanks for that.)
Supermarkets. They aren't my bane, but pretty close. I am good however at going through the aisles and never having to make a trip backwards. It optimizes time management. Since I have ben introduced to this place however, I spend nothing but time wandering back and forth through the corridors of Bashas. Not sure if it's my subconscious mind telling me that I'm bored senseless and even meandering about a grocery store is better than going back to my residence. Alas, the worries of my day, "How long will it take me at Bashas, today?", "Can I just fade away into the smog?".
Apathetic tendencies are just a defense mechanism. Wishes are for the dreamers, but I cannot dream anymore. Those brain-cells have been removed so as to preserve life. Without them you really don't notice how badly you want to go home. Or sleep in your own bed. See your friends. Check up on your aloe plant.
It wasn't perfect but I liked it. Time is wearing on me. The resistance always fails, Big Brother always wins. Just give up. Sure you'll be miserable, but what do they care. Nada. All I hear are sounds in another language. I don't understand nor do I care. Speech is over-rated. The faces of music are saviors to us all. Mine died. Spanish is all that exists.
Pardon me, but I think I must go watch that movie now, but first I better make sure that it's dubbed. I wouldn't want to hear anything in my own native language, that would be preposterous.
FUCK! I forgot Toothpaste and Batteries. Now I have to go to Bashas, maybe I'll delay it 'til tomorrow, can only handle so much excitement in one day.
Supermarkets. They aren't my bane, but pretty close. I am good however at going through the aisles and never having to make a trip backwards. It optimizes time management. Since I have ben introduced to this place however, I spend nothing but time wandering back and forth through the corridors of Bashas. Not sure if it's my subconscious mind telling me that I'm bored senseless and even meandering about a grocery store is better than going back to my residence. Alas, the worries of my day, "How long will it take me at Bashas, today?", "Can I just fade away into the smog?".
Apathetic tendencies are just a defense mechanism. Wishes are for the dreamers, but I cannot dream anymore. Those brain-cells have been removed so as to preserve life. Without them you really don't notice how badly you want to go home. Or sleep in your own bed. See your friends. Check up on your aloe plant.
It wasn't perfect but I liked it. Time is wearing on me. The resistance always fails, Big Brother always wins. Just give up. Sure you'll be miserable, but what do they care. Nada. All I hear are sounds in another language. I don't understand nor do I care. Speech is over-rated. The faces of music are saviors to us all. Mine died. Spanish is all that exists.
Pardon me, but I think I must go watch that movie now, but first I better make sure that it's dubbed. I wouldn't want to hear anything in my own native language, that would be preposterous.
FUCK! I forgot Toothpaste and Batteries. Now I have to go to Bashas, maybe I'll delay it 'til tomorrow, can only handle so much excitement in one day.