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Aculade (part 1)

Somewhere, Sometime, Out there…….

Deep down in a pepper mine…

In the not so distant future one of the more coveted spices is pepper. The pepper industry has become one of the fastest growing markets on the entire planet. A large percentage of uneducated men are employed by the various mining companies. Despite the huge profits the companies make, they still treat their workers like slaves and pay them unfair wages. Most of the men working in this trade have had past records with the law. Mostly drug addictions, violence, and theft. For the most part, the men that work here do so becuase no one else will employ them. The mines would hire almost any degenerate that could pick up a shovel…

11:45

2000 feet below earth.

The Pepper mine workers are divided into teams, each team works on a certain level of the earths core. Since pepper is such a minute material the workers are required to wear special goggles with magnifying capabilities. Face masks are also worn. The masks are used to prevent any worker to get a free sniff of pepper. A free lunch as it were.

Each team of pepper miners has a leader. Earl happens to be the leader of this such crew.

Klink, krank, klunk, the pepper tools sang. Songs of pain, sorrow, and anger rang from the clangs.The tools songs reflected the tortured souls of the workers wielding them. Slowly grinding down particle at a time after each swing of the axe. Each fragment of rock separated from its core, wore a salt sized hole in their tired souls…..

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some humanity, please?

some humanity, please?

some sort of subterranean human dipped in an atmosphere bath
consisting equal parts chlorine
and upholstery cleaner
you know that breed of human
the ones with that fresh car scent
they will wrap a plastic bag inside another plastic bag
and then
ask for another
just for good measure
cant escape the mind rape
being nice just doesn’t cut the ham any more
we need another
sharper knife
too carve this sick life
biting my lip
and squeezing its tits,
shove some fingers in the holes
try and get this sick job over with
sleeves rolled up
in there
up to my elbows
feel like a porn star plumber
some sort of  pity fuck
feel controlled
have no choice
told it
“here is my bizniss card”
now
stick it in the hole!

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