consumers people rushing down sidewalks eyes staring past each other into windows filled with bright lights and endless sales our own rflections in swirling plate glass mirrors our eyes and hands flipping through catalogs and price tags hearts pumping against its cage until finally, buzzing florescent lights leading us on bumping our noses aginst well lit window displays we find ourselves waiting, for sales to begin for products to consume us.Birth sign: Taurus
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