highly undefinable consequences
are the result of a generalized
threat distributed through an
annonymous apparatus. we are panicked.

but fear not, they can not
tamper with the ritual of lunch.
fear not, for my mother packed the usual:
a salami sandwich, and three oreo cookies.

-WAIT-

three? it's never three!
it's always two!
this is highly suspect
T E R R O R I S T A C T I V I T Y
and i am panicked.

this must be the doing of some
conniving, crafty, confusingly crazy Conspiring CULT
into which my mother has entered.

quick! alert the authorities!
tomorrow i could wake up to find in my lunch
again three- or *gasp* even four of these
COOKIES!- this
CONSPIRACY!

..

mommy is gone, and i must make the lunch.
i'm so confused-
one sandwich, and cookies numbered two.
should i get greedy and feel that i need three,
i'll sneak it when big brother isnt looking.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
oh dear, it's the FBI busting in my door.
i guess they caught me the day i counted to four.

i attempt to flee, my fear running along with me.
as i run past, the cookies tumble off the counter,
and they could be viewed sort of like two twin towers.
and the evidence has mounted, the toll counted,
and the cookies have crashed down to the floor.

i guess that's just how the cookie crumbles.

11/04/2003

Author's Note: this is meant to be absurdist satire, and nothing more.

Posted on 11/05/2003
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