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consumer penetration
spaces
once i spent fourteen hours in a super-walmart	1
waiting for a ride that never came.	2

three mad youths,	3
adorned with veritable	4
gauntlets of	5
shiny bits of metal and plastic;	6
we stalked the deathly	7
brilliant aisles illuminated	8
by viciously humming	9
fluorescent bulbs	10
and felt very fragile.	11

i padded trance-like and barefoot	12
in a perpetual panic attack;	13
hair shorn short under	14
an irish walking cap	15
-- eyes large and	16
delirious, freezing cold	17
and wrapped in an	18
ancient velvet coat.	19

old men seemed fascinated by me;	20
while children stared	21
quite literally agape.	22
a fat turkish woman	23
swathed in company-issued	24
blue stalked me; followed	25
by two white-haired	26
gentlemen and an asian boy.	27
their rheumy	28
(or red, or slanted) eyes	29
spoke volumes of their	30
opinions on bums.	31

every square inch of me	32
bore witness to my	33
failure to assimilate	34
-- not least my dirty face	35
and indifference	36
(or down-right terror)	37
towards their carefully stacked	38
piles of product.	39

i found myself watching	40
this one racing game	41
for three hours,	42
because it didn't make	43
too much noise	44
and the fake driver's seat	45
was semi-comfortable.	46

the pixels swam	47
lividly on its' glassy	48
curved screen, hour	49
after hour of the same	50
'tour de france' track	51
and completely univiting	52
virtual cars scrambling	53
to get ahead, now now!	54

it took on a life of its' own	55
and began to feed my	56
cynicism:	57
here was yet	58
another lurid bit of matter	59
and perception to fill the	60
public's holes:	61
an empty	62
pit to catch their schisms	63
-- just like mcdonalds or bratz dolls	64
or sad inflatable animals.	65

and there it is:	66
the loosely termed	67
'appeal' of this grotesque	68
malignant growth on	69
the horizon --	70
a one-stop plug of sorts;	71
every bit of that	72
plasticine working	73
to fill the emptiness	74
that grows	75
in each of us.	76
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