i had a bad commute :: prev :: next :: it smells like an airport in here like panty-hose and cheap suits saturated with cheap cologne and bad coffee and toothpaste and mangled newspapers and road warriors full of expensive steak dinners and i remember all those mornings that i spent sitting, waiting waiting as i again marveled at how all it took for a stampede to form was for the agent to pick up the intercom and say "good morning..." and how all the odors and all the self-centered, self-important nobodies drove me to the brink of a glorious heave but luckily that never happened and i never lost my temper at the man with all the mousse in his hair and rings on his fingers who jumped in front of me in line even though all the seats were assigned but he had not checked his enormous suit-bag so he was hoping to gobble up as much overhead storage as he could and will without a doubt pitch a fit when someone with a small bag tries to move his delicately lain suit jacket out of the way no i didn’t lose my temper and in a super-human feat of strength reach in his mouth and rip out his spinal column leaving his bratty children fatherless his whores alone in their beds making the world a better place to live © 2000 (14 september) john r. chase
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