Next one please.
People. Lined up, wanting to be served. One tall anything, two units of sugar, a number-seven to go.
They are like a herd. Like a mass of animals coming together in a line to get what they think, they deserve. What they need. They all talk with their friends. They talk over each other. Louder, more, pushing the line, stepping forward.
They spend four dollars on a third of a liter of coffee. And they complain about the gas prices, the dollar per liter. Fucking hypocrites, junkies, consume-herd.
Next one please.
One addiction to go. Extra foamy and absofuckinglutly indifferent. Lined up to be served. Lined up for decadence, in their designer wear, their expensive whatever, that they need to be here. The make-ups and brand-name underwear, just to stand in line like a cow in the slaughterhouse. For brand-name coffee. Waiting to be dealt with.
Next one please.
People. Lined up, wanting to be served. One tall anything, two units of sugar, a number-seven to go.
They are like a herd. Like a mass of animals coming together in a line to get what they think, they deserve. What they need. They all talk with their friends. They talk over each other. Louder, more, pushing the line, stepping forward.
They spend four dollars on a third of a liter of coffee. And they complain about the gas prices, the dollar per liter. Fucking hypocrites, junkies, consume-herd.
Next one please.
One addiction to go. Extra foamy and absofuckinglutly indifferent. Lined up to be served. Lined up for decadence, in their designer wear, their expensive whatever, that they need to be here. The make-ups and brand-name underwear, just to stand in line like a cow in the slaughterhouse. For brand-name coffee. Waiting to be dealt with.
Next one please.
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