The Sunflower Cult

Votive offerings to the sun god of decafe mocha late

I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep. Starbucks became my new love in the same way heroin became the girlfriends of the unfortunate bastards living out back.

Time moved in slow motion, nothing at all, then all at once. Violent, chaotic sea into a tranquil eye of the storm. I'm losing my shit. Need more coffee.

The instructions came to me like a roll of punch cards. Noon, stand up, face Janet's cube. Rotate on balls of the feet 180 degrees to my right, line of sight passing my filing cabinet of the poor sons of bitches who just weren't Porter House Publish Lld material. Now that you're facing pervy Rick, take three paces forward and fifteen to the right. Take another eleven to the right and the elevator is on your left. Hit the button for lobby, walk one pace forward and thirty-three to the right, out the front door, fifty to the left, three to the left at the corner and you're there. Instant, self-serve, single serving, have it your way, satisfaction guaranteed bliss for the next three hours, go there again on the way home, repeat the next morning.

I scoffed at those who's schedules where unpredictable. I was a well oiled automaton of corporate perfection.
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Hey guys,
Sorry for not updating in a while, school's tough not a lot of time, I hope you can understand. Anyways here's the first part of a new side project I'm starting. Enjoy.

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