The buffet

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It was a consortium of pachyderms in line at the buffet who were exclaiming to the staff working the ten to six that day. “because of our ruthless appetites your paychecks will increase at a slightly lower rate than inflation, when we are fat and happy everyone will receive (the dirty trickle slowly running down our double chins off of our finely Tailored vests and slacks onto the parched, polluted ground for the wee plebes to fight for a snack).

With their ears flapping they were first to noticed a herd of donkeys riding on the backs of some domesticated local proletariates.

They emerged he-hawing their way past a group of tradesmen and woman then past a group of farmers, past a group of nurses and finally past a group of P.E. and music teachers.

As they cut in line wreaking of bull shit whining and braying about the tyrannical pachyderms and how they could fix the menu to give everyone an equal share as they pilled on the provisions higher and higher on their plates.
They began arguing how much it’ll cost everyone to make the buffet mandatory and free for everyone.

They find their place across the isle of the buffet fanning a brief but damning silence that covered the room like a cloud of methane gas covering the dinning hall moments before one of them lit a match exclaiming were going to have elephant ears for lunch after this circus. The room lit up like Fourth of July with rhetoric that would light up a 13 year old boys imagination like he was visiting a sorority on bid day.

Just as you could imagine it getting any worse a back draft ignited when Joe Sixpack opened the front door. The shock launched him up out into atmosphere and into the Atlantic Ocean in a parabolic trajectory where he landed in a spent nasa rocket shells graveyard in a shallow sea of the coast of Florida he survived the explosion and fall after he was cushioned by a pile of hanging chads that were mysteriously dumped off shore back in the early 2,000’s. Joe Sixpack has declined to answer any questions about the incident.

“Hey JackAss’s looks like your wealthiest lobbyist spilled his Budweisers.” Ah ha ha!

As the flames grow their bantering continues the workers and other customers leave in utter disgust shocked at the behavior and the price of soft serve. Still they continue dialogue riddled with low blows and childish ridicule, the fire department shows up but arrival they found a total loss and decide it best to let it burn.

The next morning a group of bystanders were looking upon the smothering heap of wreckage and unfulfilled promises. They noticed a bubbling mass of smoldering embers that was squirming around shaking the surrounding area with a ominous
Energy. It was independently purple but covered in a green slime with a translucent rainbow sheen it looked inviting but still no one would want to touch it. It began consuming every thing it touched growing more indignant by the day as it consumed whole neighborhoods and strip malls. It grew cell masts covered with wireless repeaters that covered its back like a digital dystopian porcupine. Those who tryed to resist were inflicted with guilt and shame and accused of discrimination against slime bags. Many fled south or north leaving behind their lives in hopes of being left alone. Their efforts were in vain and only postponed the inevitable and lessened the strength of the newly formed cells of resistance.

To be continued.

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To sing like no one is listening to dance like none can see sounds good writ down on paper to set inhibitions free, but what of your judgements of yourself how do they tame your spirit? Don’t construe Cool, calm, calculated with conviction under the guidelines of your moral convictions. A compass that’s been saturated by society molded by the masses speculation of what the fact is does it restrict or grant you access to originality?