I'm walking down aisles of cosmetics...looking for q-tips....why the fuck is this happening to me. I pick up a gallon of bleach and assume that I can drink it all in a gulp. I find the liquor aisle...she says "put it back"...I do and I die...I'm getting very little out of this shopping experience. If it ain't booze or something that will wipe up my blood and vomit...and I don't have a coupon, then forget it. Forget you...I did my duty, loving you...I'm stealing condoms, not so I can use them to fuck, but to stuff with hand-grenades...nope, no point at all...I'm just having another one of those "attacks"...
Someone finds me on the floor, I've got six packs of six packs of socks under my head. She pokes me and says "I like what you have to say..." she smiles, I continue to lay on the ground, re-focusing. I'd be happy if I woke up in "women's lingerie" but I didn't. I passed in a handicapped parking space in the parking lot. The shopping list clutched in my hand says "DIE". "We had a coupon for that..."
Someone finds me on the floor, I've got six packs of six packs of socks under my head. She pokes me and says "I like what you have to say..." she smiles, I continue to lay on the ground, re-focusing. I'd be happy if I woke up in "women's lingerie" but I didn't. I passed in a handicapped parking space in the parking lot. The shopping list clutched in my hand says "DIE". "We had a coupon for that..."
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