The consumers are constantly probing this outside metal fence gate, and Joe has eaten all of them. He is the only one I kept, that has some vestige of corporacy in his brain, for the reason that he watches the back gate. I have disabled the riding engine, so he just stands on it and runs the fork blades all the way up then all the way down, beeping the horn the whole while. He is always mumbling about overtime.or ' Im not staying late.'

He lunges at me sometimes, but the chain is thick, and Jose is still a cool zombie.Īngry Joe is out there too. I chain him to the outside lawn and garden section, where he likes to water the flowers. Him and I worked together in the ' outside-lawn-and-garden' section. Jose, was my best friend, he was shaped like a slug, with a huge lower lip, and slicked back greasy hair, he always cheered me up, how busy it was and how slow he remained.

I use the building material section to chain them to their previous aisles. Some co-workers, who I was friends with before, I have spared from the compactor-owing mostly to that the part of their brain that was corporate, either fell out on the floor, or was gnawed on by a fellow zombie rendering them good sports and not cadavers. The zombies are producers, even only if it is moans and putrefaction, but they are good sports, and my only friends. I haven't put all the workers from the ' Do-Wee depot' in the compactor only corporate cadavers and not zombies.īut I have to forewarn, the zombies are not a threat, it is a few cadavers and the 'consumers' that pose a threat to me and what I have built. They still say things like, ' make sure that has a tag,'.and ' wear your safety goggles,' making chills run down my spine. I have to ram them with the blades of the fork-trucks, or they will scramble out. They dull my blades with their dull heads. They say ' ooooh' and ' ahhhhh' as if they are getting a massage. Those flashbacks frequent my mind alot-especially when I am ramming my co-workers into the trash compactor with the blades of the fork truck. I still have flashbacks, horrifying and spectral: of conference meetings, projectors and efficiency rporate metrics, acronymic value cards that read like a Masonic Temple's pledge.honesty, commitment, sacrifice, the dutiful worship of mercury and saltpeter also customer satisfaction. Langoustine at Poinciana's, Fjöruborðinus and Galapagos,Ĭlip clopping carriages of Vienna, Paris, Snake and starfish on Wangfujing Snack Street

Mysterious energy of the monoliths of Stonehenge,ĭrifting atop Uru cat boats on Lake Titticaca,īeignets and chicory coffee at DuMonde's in the Big Easy, Crashing glaciers of Antarctica and Alaska

Fly like an eagle acapella