May
21
2006
2

Wal-Mart and The True Meaning of Fear

When you're wandering through a Wal-Mart looking for an item and you've just gone into the outside garden area because someone "saw them out there last time," that is exactly the wrong moment for a Muzak version of the "Twilight Zone" theme to start playing over the fucking PA system.

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I am a writer, poet, spoken word performer, actor, singer, improviser, content creation and idea machine, freelance iconoclast, and the internet's janitor that dispenses pop culture wisdom to the protagonist of your choice. I have seen too many movies, read too many comic books, and when the zombies finally come, I'm the one you want to call. I sure as hell won't answer the phone, but it's the thought that counts. I advise people on the net, websites and technology, because I know these things instead of having a life or sleeping.

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