5/3/2005
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staring into the face of the destiny i leftt behind has become a hobby of sorts, a commedy , heraldry. the inland empire once couldnt hold me but now threatens. it wants me to wallow in the thickness and heft of smog i somehow narowly escaped. i want it to want me , im like that. nobody seems real here and i get nervous when confronted by this fantastic fantasy of ultra real realism. am i at the gym? i dont think so but cant tell .the mall? a baseball game? disney land? coffee shop? its all so beautifully confusing .its like when youre at dennys or el pollo loco or some other place like that that seems real in the way a movie is ultra beyond real, the milling around, the weird smiles that say "idont want to be here but am because i cant sit around and watch jerry springer all day now can i?", the uniforms that say "i am secretly a nazi because thats what sells". or the walk that says"i have to put food on my kids plate somehow" .im sorry. i get really nit picky and opinionistic when im those places,i cant help it. there better not be a single speck of dried up food on any surface of any thing, it makes me totally ill .not the floor , the counter, the chairs or hadns of casiers , nowhere. blech! and the chairs better all be in perfect formations and they better have hair net s on , and every single one of them , or every one for that matter, and there better be music playing and it better be good or at least funny . and the pictures of the food in the menus better LOOK EXACTLY LIKE THE FOOD IM GETTING SERVED BECAUSE OTHER WISE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU ARE GOD DAMNED LIARS THAT ARE OUT TO MAKE MY LIFE A MISERABLE HELL. i take it real personally when i feel like people are trying to pull one over on me even if the casier isnt the one who took the pictures or the guy wiping the empty tables down isnt the one who approved the photos for the menus or the one who told the cooks that they could make food that didnt look exactly like the menus because that fucking guy roger is coming in today and i want to make sure that we make him feel as absolutely uncomfortable as humanly possible becase he is a damn nit picky nit picking asshole. and we better not see his beady eyed bald headed gangly armed dumb ass around here and ever again.........this is how i feel i cant help it .its this whole place from redlands to corona out to the east of los angeles it makes me feel like im some shitty fast food joint and if it werent for these people here that i love and the fact that i was raised here i would probably not so much as even step one stinking foot in this inland empire. its so warped here and i feel like im picking up on signs saying for me to get the hell out of here. what do i look like any ways ? a big mac? a hot dog ? i gotta go. i gotta get the move on.......p.s. thanks to the back to the grind coffee shop for helping me to have some kind of sanctuary to come and feel like im still connected to the big world out there in blogger land at.
dont be fast food....seriously its not the good way.....be health food, i swear thats the way to go .way to go.r |
