Skittles $1.59
A dollar fifty nine for a pack of tear n' share skittles, no, not the skittles but the notepad. I tore the white sticker off the double red corner and placed it on the economy skittles.
Please see me here is the only voice in the space of grey grid and warm bodies. Please see me here Joan Gardner, Rick Sykes, Crishta Pedran. Chrishta Pedran, Chrishta Pedran, Christa Pedran. Please see me here, well what is it, I can see a mass of a thousand but hear plastic bags, coins sifting in pockets and three separate babies giggling.
I am sickened with laughter inside, half frightened, then again, deliriously amazed. Everything about the airport is grey. The chairs cotton striped grey, insulating curved walls off white, the walk, cold walk suspended above jet tires, propane trucks and traffic lights, steel grey. I am eye lined up to grey phone buttons and a graphic grey white instructional call symbol.
I haven't met the one next to me but I can hear marching and in the corner of my peripheral. constant hand burrowing into a bag grabbing nuts or some tiny crunchy treat. I thought to find out after meeting her but she stashed the corn somethings down into the uncomfortable storage unit between and under ones legs.
Hilarious goading to oneself is occurring now. Disney couldn't have done better. I count ten rows of television screens with two zippy people animating the ridiculous reality that we will all soon be zooming in the dark night poking holes in the grey.
For two hundred eighty two dollars give or take one hundred, three hundred depending on which of the 365 days you dare to fly, your can rocket into the sky, no strings attached on a millennium of earth waste, last centuries money and your own disregard and thankless attitude toward living. Take a bow.
Buy on board snacks
"snack box"
Please see me here is the only voice in the space of grey grid and warm bodies. Please see me here Joan Gardner, Rick Sykes, Crishta Pedran. Chrishta Pedran, Chrishta Pedran, Christa Pedran. Please see me here, well what is it, I can see a mass of a thousand but hear plastic bags, coins sifting in pockets and three separate babies giggling.
I am sickened with laughter inside, half frightened, then again, deliriously amazed. Everything about the airport is grey. The chairs cotton striped grey, insulating curved walls off white, the walk, cold walk suspended above jet tires, propane trucks and traffic lights, steel grey. I am eye lined up to grey phone buttons and a graphic grey white instructional call symbol.
I haven't met the one next to me but I can hear marching and in the corner of my peripheral. constant hand burrowing into a bag grabbing nuts or some tiny crunchy treat. I thought to find out after meeting her but she stashed the corn somethings down into the uncomfortable storage unit between and under ones legs.
Hilarious goading to oneself is occurring now. Disney couldn't have done better. I count ten rows of television screens with two zippy people animating the ridiculous reality that we will all soon be zooming in the dark night poking holes in the grey.
For two hundred eighty two dollars give or take one hundred, three hundred depending on which of the 365 days you dare to fly, your can rocket into the sky, no strings attached on a millennium of earth waste, last centuries money and your own disregard and thankless attitude toward living. Take a bow.
Buy on board snacks
"snack box"
posted by LA @ 12:46 PM
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