In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Local Flavor.”
Here in Local Town y’all got it all. Lots of computers, geeks, and Cray-Creatures! That’s right! It’s a horrible nightmare, a pitfall of hell, and a gangrene envy of all time!
Cubicle slaves fighting over pushing papers. Mathematical geniuses plotting their next derivatives and speculators ending up with empty air and an empty chair for those on death row.
It’s a terrible feeling, oppressive among tyrannical rexes and psychotic exes, where dog eats masters, and masters are slaves to laws and regulations.
Yea, this is truly a New World Odor, filled with garlic and onions and other seasoning spices from foreign lands that can make you cough and gag profusely.
And all for a low price of one soul, greatly appreciated for doing crap all day, and worrying all night when the next bill collector will call.
Come and visit us. Technocrats and bureaucrats await your long-awaited stay, the kinds where y’all never leave!
May your debt be with us forever!
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