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microclimates within the mallmuzak / ’toons / migraineenter the store, expect serviceto envelop youpushy, nasal intimidation / dis-proportionate responsesuch indoor behaviour
I've shopped there, I still shiver when I'm reminded! I like to be reminded in the way of this poem, you scare me with your extreme imagery in so few words. Malls are like the elephant graveyards for humans where we all shuffle off to die with "dignity".
Malls as elephant graveyards... interesting, yeah I see what you mean. 'Dawn of the Dead' was pretty much on the money, I think.
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