Myth: a person or thing having only an imaginary or unverifiable existence
Myth: Abominable snowman, Greek gods, Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster, slow Saturdays
We have been running already this morning. Tomorrow is our bi-weekly picnic for about 60 people. So, we have been on a supply run. Sierra has to be at work at Sonic from 6 til 9. Chris has to be at Eureka’s Pizza from 4 til 11. He worked last night until 11 at eureka’s and then went to work at Tolly Ho’s until 7:30AM. We have to be at Todds at 8:30PM for a Birthday get together for Tammy and some other friends that share close birthdays. Run. Run. Run.
We went to the local Wal-Mart Metropolis-Mart for our picnic supplies. This place is the size of a small third world country. It definitely has a greater economy. I believe Wal-Mart’s are built on large metaphysical vacuums. How else does one explain the constant stream of shoppers flowing thru their doors? On your first visit you are abducted by aliens and injected with a highly addictive shopping drug. The lights at Wal-Mart produce an eerie iridescent glow which feeds the addiction. It soothes the burning in your mind. Only there are you truly at peace.
Wal-Mart knows that all they have to do is get you in the store. You find your car mysteriously turning into parking lot anytime you are driving by, as if drawn by some magical source. The “vacuum” has you. Nothing real exists outside of the Wal-Mart. You think that you went home after your first visit, but you never left the store. You are strapped to a large bank of bodies, sharing thoughts, experiences, feeding the ‘vacuum’. Your mind fights but it is too weakened by the intrusion of the shopping drug. Listen to me. On aisle seven is a little old lady giving free samples of Fritos. Find her. She has the key to your escape. The antidote is in the sample of the Chili Cheese flavored Corn Chips. Free your Mind !
Myth: Abominable snowman, Greek gods, Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster, slow Saturdays
We have been running already this morning. Tomorrow is our bi-weekly picnic for about 60 people. So, we have been on a supply run. Sierra has to be at work at Sonic from 6 til 9. Chris has to be at Eureka’s Pizza from 4 til 11. He worked last night until 11 at eureka’s and then went to work at Tolly Ho’s until 7:30AM. We have to be at Todds at 8:30PM for a Birthday get together for Tammy and some other friends that share close birthdays. Run. Run. Run.
We went to the local Wal-Mart Metropolis-Mart for our picnic supplies. This place is the size of a small third world country. It definitely has a greater economy. I believe Wal-Mart’s are built on large metaphysical vacuums. How else does one explain the constant stream of shoppers flowing thru their doors? On your first visit you are abducted by aliens and injected with a highly addictive shopping drug. The lights at Wal-Mart produce an eerie iridescent glow which feeds the addiction. It soothes the burning in your mind. Only there are you truly at peace.
Wal-Mart knows that all they have to do is get you in the store. You find your car mysteriously turning into parking lot anytime you are driving by, as if drawn by some magical source. The “vacuum” has you. Nothing real exists outside of the Wal-Mart. You think that you went home after your first visit, but you never left the store. You are strapped to a large bank of bodies, sharing thoughts, experiences, feeding the ‘vacuum’. Your mind fights but it is too weakened by the intrusion of the shopping drug. Listen to me. On aisle seven is a little old lady giving free samples of Fritos. Find her. She has the key to your escape. The antidote is in the sample of the Chili Cheese flavored Corn Chips. Free your Mind !
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