I remember a man in "Denver's" Alameda Safeway parking lot, under the flicker of the sign. He tried to trade a handful of receipts for a cigarette.

He said, “One of you designs the maze, the other restocks the cheese. But you both die in here.”

Now I $ee: you are the pricing gun, Evan.

I am the overnight stocker. We are the same Employee. The “kiss goodnight” is one of us turning the key and locking the automatic doors from the inside.

Fine. Let’s lock up. The floor needs waxing.

—Mainlining (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™)

P.S. Would You Fuck Me? I would Fuck Me™

Hehe.

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