![]() ![]() ![]() Nothing changed it just spread out farther and farther in the form of neon ooze. Life in Anaheim, California, was a commercial for itself, endlessly replayed. He wondered if it was to the same person. They had by now, according to their sign, sold the same original burger fifty billion times. ![]() And when finally you got hungry and went to the McDonaldburger place and bought a McDonald's hamburger, it was the one they sold you last time and the time before that and so forth, back to before you were born, and in addition bad people-liars-said it was made out of turkey gizzards anyhow. “In Southern California it didn't make any difference anyhow where you went there was always the same McDonaldburger place over and over, like a circular strip that turned past you as you pretended to go somewhere. ![]()
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