Taste the donut constructed
with a flight simulator generator. The
anonymous businessman awaits your conference call. He wants to discuss this new invention, the
cellular phone. You can talk in your
convertible while doing double nickels on the Pacific Coast Highway. He’s training to be the world’s
weatherman. This is why you are joining
him for the Private Jet Experience.
He requests that the pilot’s
personal chef attempts to recreate a meal his own mother would make for a
Sunday supper. Two perfectly crafted
wedges of apple pie in shrink wrap sits on a shelf next to the intercom and
stewardess’ demo life preserver and oxygen mask set. The captain has an extra long hair in one of
his eyebrows. The coffee is served with
sugarcubes, and the cups were handcrafted in late 19th century
Japan. Upon a deep inhalation, the
manufactured oxygen hits the brainstem and wipes away previous confusion. The fresh, soft pillow between your head and
the headrest absorbs your conditioner and is turning a yellowish beige. Out the window, in the distance, your fourth
grade math teacher is at a playground
with her grandchild, pushing her on a swing.
--Adam Padavano
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