HOWLING IN THE WORLD FOOD AISLE - HOPELESS ROMANTIC LOOKING FOR PRICE CHECKER WHO DOESN'T MIND LOSING WHAT SANITY THEY HAVE.

I saw the best minds of my generation go mad at price checking the blueberries, OH NOZE, THEY SUPPOSE TO BE 97 CENTS AND COMING UP 96 CENTS! WHAT CAN WE DO? 

Beep! Beep! Goes the machines, trying to catch up, before the Oko Monsters come beaming, trying to find a mistake so they can jack off onto their exception reports, crack of doom.

I seen the obscene, unshaven masses, marching towards the bread aisle, looking for the Hostess Twinkies, but they ain't there, they've gone away, gone from America, there's no hope, it seems, without the cream, so they continue moving towards nothing, yakking, crying, Brandy at $9.97 sold out, so they go for even cheaper beer, that has meat at the bottom of the can.

New Jersey to Seattle, the suffering continues, migraines in the minds of some fellow, who never smoked, tried to have sex a few times, but lost his virginity to a door stop. Idaho? Only for the right price.

Mad in Baltimore, price checking the enemas for the management team, but he only has enough for one set, so they'll have to flip a coin to find out who goes first, then the last man, can go and find some more ice water for their enema, hot sauce chaser afterwards....

The madness continues, even after I leave, the insanity continues through the asylum, even those who are suppose to be sane, lost it over a blueberry on the floor, squashed into a purple stain, madness there.....I awake, day off, still thinking of the packages of Jesus candles sitting at clearance price at $2.95, light the Virgin Mary candle to become whatever, all for $2.95, Mexican Cola 50 cents.

Buy a mark down turkey sandwich with extra mayo, walk outside, smoke a cigarette, even though we do not smoke, but do today, cause Jesus candle said so, better than opium...

(Inspired in part by:)