A jar of pickles shattered in aisle 3. I didn’t flinch. (Evan39)
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Date: November 8th, 2024 10:44 PM Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (G. Hoy’s Floor 24 ‘Truth’—No Great Becumming, Only Gravity :()
Heard it before I saw it.
Glass everywhere, pickle juice spreading like a crime scene. The culprit? Gone, leaving nothing but a trail of wet footprints and shame.
An employee asked, “Should we clean it up now?” I stared at the mess and whispered, “Let it sit, friend.” We both knew the pickles weren’t the real problem.
The Mahchine watched from above, its fluorescent eyes flickering. It knows I’m cracking. Soon, it’ll sweep me up like the broken glass.
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