From: robert@WHIPLASH.ER.USGS.GOV (Robert Holder)
Newsgroups: bit.listserv.fnord-l
Subject: Bon Appetit (wafer-thin)
Date: 11 Sep 92 22:46:48 GMT
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Now I'm handing out pills to all my office coworkers.  Uppers and downers,
bennies, blues, reds, everything.  They are flocking to my desk, crowding
my already cluttered office and making curt, red-faced appeals to me for
drugs, affecting a sort of phony, brink-of-screaming-in-my-face friendli-
ness all the while arguing with each other about their places in line, dark
circles under their eyes set off in the flushed angry faces left etched
and twitching from a lifetime of soulessness.  They push. They shove.
They grab my shoulder in desperation.  They squeeze my crotch, male and
female, hoping for some fast, inside track to the big score.  Slobbering,
some of them begin downing a brown sludge made from a cup of ground tylenol,
a pound of dark coffee, and a pint of water.  They're all desperate for
some buzz, some rush, some escape from their soulless lives.  There are a
few whose dry shrunken frantic hearts have taken them to the roof with
Hefty (tm) garbage bags and 3-ring binders in a frenzied attempt to learn
skydiving and hang-gliding before it's too late.

They assume every form of dangerous, degenerate pastime, sexual,
athletic, financial, intellectual, some combining several or all of their
elected preoccupations into one: freediving to a one minute orgy in 90
feet of the shark infested waters of Australias' Great Barrier Reef, their
naked bodies smeared with fish entrails and blood, and all participating
in a sign language debate of the merits of Nazism.

They gobble drugs, money, and their own feces before my eyes, walking in
and out of my office in a hazy trance.  They rake each other with their
brittle, splitting fingernails, leaping to their deaths, charging machine
gun nests in vain, pushing each other into and out of the path of oncoming
trains and trucks, tearing, ripping clawing each other in a crazed froth
of white mucous and semen.

The light breaks over the foaming white sea, alive with bubbles that
surface slowly, some two hundred feet across, bulging, growing, forming
into giant domes of translucent white film over twenty or thirty seconds,
then bursting in a crown peaked in white globs five feet across which arc
high into the air, vibrating in release for one moment at apogee, and
plunging back into the froth, over and over, to the horizon.

have a good weekend.   have a good weekend.  did you have a good
weekend?  here's your change.  have a nice day.  have a good weekend.
have a good weekend.  thanks.  have a good weekend.  have a nice day.
so how was your weekend?  so what are you doing this weekend?  have
a good weekend.  have a good weekend.  did you have a good weekend?
home number?  work number?  have a good weekend.  license and
registration?  did you check the mail?  did you lock the door? did
you mail the check? oh god let me in please he's gonna kill me this
time open the door please!  did you have a nice weekend?  thank you,
have a nice day.  here's your change.  would you like to order?
remember pearl harbor.  have a nice day.  did you have a good weekend?
have a good weekend.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~robert holder~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~       assistant unix troll   us geological survey      ~
~ robert@whiplash.er.usgs.gov  st petersburg florida usa ~
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