Posts tagged: mcdonalds
me: hey let’s go to Paulie’s sometime
Dolan: It holds rather strange hours
Dolan: That is, I have no idea when its open
Dolan: It operates on some kind of edge of the world time system
me: i was hoping it’d be like… 24/7. but of course instead
it’s like the McDonalds At The End Of The World all over again
except instead of a strange system of chicken nuggets
it’s TIME ITSELF
Dolan: Yeah, how do we get into time from inside time? This is the question Paulie’s makes you answer about yourself and those you care about
me: People who work in Waste Management already have the answer
so they eat at Paulie’s freely
and Paulie’s need not worry about providing time
Paulie’s laughs at the very idea of “hours”
HA, this label you put on some facet of this thing that actually doesn’t quite exist in itself?
Dolan: In fact people at Paulie’s only understand their own ‘hours’ through the passage of waste management personnel — that is, to them, time is a party of four, or a table for two, or a side surprise guest and new set of silverware
me: Starting to wonder if the Waste Management people also manage all our wasted time too
Dolan: Perhaps there is a shortage of time, and they will soon unleash a campaign: reduce, reuse, recycle
As they scramble to reprocess our wasted time and shovel it back to us
me: in the form of chicken nuggets.
Dolan: The chicken nugget rush of 2013, people caravaning across the expanse to the edge of time and brooklyn, fording the avenues, mining nuggets from the clock pipes, dying of exposure
Sweet and sour everywhere
me: the horrible truth is that the nuggets are everywhere and won’t stop coming
all that wasted time coming back as chicken nuggets, a neverending torrent
and still we can’t get enough
thus a shortage of time AND mcnuggets
Dolan: I’m loving it
me: there’s a rumor that there’s a way out of this loop through the kitchen at Paulie’s
that it involves a grilled cheese
but… no one can figure out the hours
Dolan: That’s why I’m applying for a job at the waste management facility. To finally enter the flow.
me: Do you get a hard hat?
Dolan: No, they perform trepination on your skull
me: typical public works
Dolan: No protection. Reception.
me: Death Perception before Depth Perception
me: It has been [X] days since our last collapsed mind.
that sign’s a favorite since HHAHAHA Days? Thefuckisthat?
the number actually stays as “[X]” in perpetuity
Dolan: Yes. And all of the workers are already experiencing their own eventual and inevitable mind collapses as a kind of object that is getting larger, approaching over the horizon
me: which is alright cuz you can’t even get close to those damn turbines unless you’re a tulku anyway
that’s another sign they have up
“Turbines for Tulkus ONLY”
the illustration for that one is like one of those magic eye images