His beanie said it all. The blonde "dreds"
- His beanie said it all. The blonde "dreds" finished off whatever the beanie couldn't say. He worked at the "Genius Bar" in the local Apple Store which pretty much meant
- that he was just like a real bartender, except he preferred Segas to stengahs. He got payed to talk in a condescending tone to patrons who did not yet own a Macbook Wheel.
- "Really, your pitiful lives are worthless. Submit to the late Steve Jobs' will to be a hipster with a Macbook Wheel," he sneered. "So what if we spy on you? You deserve it, cows."
- The cows replied the only way they knew how, with a deep rally of moos that rifted the valley from scarring emotion to joy. Steve Jobs' secret agent smirked and held his gun at the
- barrel like a damned idiot. Suddenly, the whole valley began to shake, and a fissure tore across the earth between Jobs and his agent. From the magma-illuminated rift rose a cow so
- beautiful that our eyes started to smoke. the cow's light was so intense and white that it turned to milk, flowing like a milkular explosion in a lactose- belligerent meltdown.
- Never before did it feel so surreal to ride the subway.
- Never before had the subway seemed so dreamlike, so deliciously hypnagogic, it was as if Dali himself had returned to include me in his one last painting of public transportation!
- Judging from the pubic hairs that seemed to morph into an ocean on the floor, he probably would have called it Pubic Transportation. I felt at ease. The sound of my train was
- fading. My train ride was almost over. A grave-faced conductor approached my seat. "I believe this is your stop." he whispered & punched my ticket. "But..." I said. Too late.
- Started
- 2011-06-27 13:53:13
- Finished
- 2014-11-22 09:28:59
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PurpleProf Nov 22 2014 @ 09:33
Title of this story??