when we all work for walmart it'll be great!
pushed by the invisible hand of fate
they won't pay us worse than minimum wage
they don't discriminate with age
imagine 200 million coworkers strong
everybody sing along!
when we all work for walmart it'll be great!
they've got a selection that is great!
they've got prices that are great!
why hate them 'cause they're great?
they're gonna provide jobs
for all of us
why take the bus
to go to some shop
that only employs like, one or two slobs
when you can help be a part
of the master plan
walk on in to walmart with money in your hand!
when we all work for walmart it'll be great!
i can't wait till my start date!
why don't we stop with all the hate!
there's a place for you and your mate!
with so many jobless, the bigger the better
the cheaper, the wetter
i get when i see sweaters
made by children overseas,
but you can't beat prices like these,
explain to them
if you please
that walmart both clothes and feeds
thousands of people everywhere
that makes them good
that means they care... Read More
they can't pay 'em less
then they already do
so line up here to boogaloo
at the walmart that has become your life
because all that's important
to you and your wife
and your workbuddy steve
and his friend tim
are low low prices
and everybody wins
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
First Tube
Agent Tease awakes in a glass tube. Have you ever woke up doing something? Woken up fucking or puking? Tease wakes already pounding on the glass. That's jarring. "Jarring". In a "glass tube". How about that?
Tease's eyes open, hands pounding on the glass, liquid filling up around his feet. It's not water, it looks like water, but it's not. It has a smell, water doesn't, this does, this, is not water. It is pouring in. In the time it's taken you to read this, it's reached his knees.
Agent Tease has stopped pounding, pounding time is over, pounding time is a last ditch effort, it's what the body reverts to when it's out of ideas, sleeping, is a time in which while a great many ideas flutter and dart, good, tangible ones are often scarce. Now it's thinking time, that's what consciousness is, thinking time. Tease is thinking.
Thinking about this glass tube. Thinking about escaping. Thinking about her. Not now, he shakes his head, trying to physically dispel distracting thoughts from his brain, in doing so slams his head into the glass and it goes all black then white in front of his eyes for a second and now the not water has reached his waist and his legs are starting to feel funny.
The tube is too narrow for him to lift his arms above his head, but he can get a hand into his pocket, can maybe grab his phone, maybe activate the heat laser, maybe cut a hole in the glass, get out, finish the mission.
The pockets empty. The other, the same.
The not water, chest level, time running out. Out of ideas, impossible, Tease was grown and schooled for situations just like this. But here he is, here we are, watching the not water fill up and Tease is desperate and begins to slam his head into the glass, thump, *crack*, thump, *crack*, a crack for the glass, a crack for his head and the blood begins to swirl in the not water, making not blood and the crack is big enough for some to get into his head and the crack is big enough for some to get out the tube but it's not enough and he chokes violently, sucking bloody not water into his lungs and his body spasms, the spasm cracks the glass, the fluids spill out to the floor along with an unconscious Agent Tease.
His body is found by two guards who lift the limp Agent by the hands and feet and carry him over to a glass tube.
Tease's eyes open, hands pounding on the glass, liquid filling up around his feet. It's not water, it looks like water, but it's not. It has a smell, water doesn't, this does, this, is not water. It is pouring in. In the time it's taken you to read this, it's reached his knees.
Agent Tease has stopped pounding, pounding time is over, pounding time is a last ditch effort, it's what the body reverts to when it's out of ideas, sleeping, is a time in which while a great many ideas flutter and dart, good, tangible ones are often scarce. Now it's thinking time, that's what consciousness is, thinking time. Tease is thinking.
Thinking about this glass tube. Thinking about escaping. Thinking about her. Not now, he shakes his head, trying to physically dispel distracting thoughts from his brain, in doing so slams his head into the glass and it goes all black then white in front of his eyes for a second and now the not water has reached his waist and his legs are starting to feel funny.
The tube is too narrow for him to lift his arms above his head, but he can get a hand into his pocket, can maybe grab his phone, maybe activate the heat laser, maybe cut a hole in the glass, get out, finish the mission.
The pockets empty. The other, the same.
The not water, chest level, time running out. Out of ideas, impossible, Tease was grown and schooled for situations just like this. But here he is, here we are, watching the not water fill up and Tease is desperate and begins to slam his head into the glass, thump, *crack*, thump, *crack*, a crack for the glass, a crack for his head and the blood begins to swirl in the not water, making not blood and the crack is big enough for some to get into his head and the crack is big enough for some to get out the tube but it's not enough and he chokes violently, sucking bloody not water into his lungs and his body spasms, the spasm cracks the glass, the fluids spill out to the floor along with an unconscious Agent Tease.
His body is found by two guards who lift the limp Agent by the hands and feet and carry him over to a glass tube.
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