Self-Scan Kiosk - A Welcome Message from the Manager
The net cannot hold When the parasite kills its host. Big Welcome To the Cleane rs , chhota zombee. Ok boomer. Ok influencer. O K developer. Ok and ok and okurrr. I can see for miles and miles Down one CVS aisle. I weave your poems from one long receipt. You leave your clothes now, your items, Your bedding with many round stains We will not speak of – Discretion Being our top priority. You leave me your dirties; I hand you a prediction: Tomorrow you will wake up And it will be yesterday. Until you return To the source, to the center That someone always seems to move Or misplace.