Introduction: Working Together Is Like Pinching an Owl
Fifteen years ago, I was sitting on the grass with Lina Lapelytė in the little town of Kražiai, Lithuania, discussing potential themes for a new opera. We were young and enthusiastic, and so was the production house OPEROMANIJA, which had initiated collaborations between creators from different fields.
During our brainstorm, my ex-partner called me and described a shopping experience in vivid detail: “The cashier lady who was scanning my bread was having some tubes attached to her back. I think they are not allowed to go to the bathroom!” This disturbing image fueled my imagination, and became the very first lines of the chorus—about a full bladder and daydreaming of the summer resort Palanga (in the English version it became Miami Beach). Lina composed a catchy tune, which ended up becoming the conceptual framework for the entire piece: music resembling the monotony of the checkout conveyor belt, repetitive songs, static cashiers, an opera about the routine of buying and selling (an ode to “daily nothing,” as Jonas Mekas would say).
We invited Rugilė Barzdžiukaitė to join the project, and our little sketch gradually became developed by three authors: Lina (composer and musician), Rugilė (director and set designer), and me (writer and poet).
I didn’t conduct interviews with cashiers, though I once talked with a friend’s mom who had worked at a grocery store, which gave me the helpful idea to avoid overly direct language. Instead of quoting facts about (in)human labor conditions, talk about low salaries, the abusive climate, and the emotional exhaustion of the workers, I chose a poetic, metaphorical, and ironic approach: “I WISH I COULD SIT IN A HOLLOW / FAR FROM IT ALL, PINCHING AN OWL,” sings the cashier chorus after an exhausting shift.
The stories were already present in my mind without needing further research: the Art Critic’s aria riffs on the personal crisis I had after graduating; the Emigrant’s Mother aria reflects on the socioeconomic landscape of our region (the invocation of Brexit and Skype make this song more vintage yet still acutely relevant); the forgetful and clumsy New Girl expresses some of the collective anxiety we each felt entering an unfamiliar field; the Member of a National Minority stands for the voice of people who follow different holiday calendars as most Europeans (after 2022, the wave of Orthodox Christian refugees and emigrants fleeing the war in Ukraine gave this song new connotations).
I wrote the libretto in short bits and shared them with the collaborators. Rugilė scouted professional and amateur choirs, jazz bands, and opera venues, looking for faces that matched the text. The chosen ladies were invited for further auditions, followed by a tea session. We wanted to get to know their psychological constitution, temperament, and, very importantly, vocal qualities. Lina wrote the character-specific melodies, to capture the aura and psyche of each character. This means that none of the singers were acting. For instance, the singer who performs Ms. Healthy, an ecstatic optimist, has an extremely bright and warm personality. She genuinely means the slightly humorous words of wisdom she sings—“Every single day is a gift!”—which helped her with her own grief after the loss of her husband.
The manner of our artistic division of labor—working both individually and collectively—mirrors the structure of the piece itself. It’s a work made of solo bits that pulse and grow into a single, unified chorus. The collective effort towards patience and acceptance creates space for these individual artistic practices to hatch.
—Vaiva Grainytė
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LIBRETTO
Cast
Cashier 1: One half of the Early Morning Duo.
Cashier 2: Member of a national minority.
Cashier 3: An ecstatic optimist and fan of healthy lifestyles.
Cashier 4: A somewhat rough bimbo.
Cashier 5: Clumsy new girl who always drops products.
Cashier 6: Middle-aged woman who cannot wait for the end of her shift so that she can Skype with her son, who lives in England.
Cashier 7: A young woman with a degree in the arts.
Cashier 8: A single mother who always worries about household problems while her grandparents take care of her child.
Cashier 9: A lyrical and poetic character who sings about the sleeping products.
Cashier 10: The other half of the Early Morning Duo.
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Scene 1: A Lullaby to the Sleeping Products
Buttermilk is in a deep sleep,
Eggs, in a line, are wearing
Calcium pajamas.
The yogurt suffers from insomnia.
Greens maintain an eternal quarrel:
Cucumbers are choking radishes,
Those little ones just cannot defend themselves.
At the bread aisle—deadly silence:
Dough is demure.
The beer and wine shelves
Are constantly at war:
Bottles compare their bulging bellies,
Taking pride in not being discounted.
Sleep soundly, you products,
Goods
And managers of goods,
Storekeepers,
Bosses
And those savage cash registers …
I close the door,
And turn on
The alarm—that angry guard dog …
Scene 2: “Have a Good Day!” Choir
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
BARCODES, KEYBOARDS, DISCOUNTS, SALES,
A FULL BLADDER—
THESE ARE MY RELATIVES. REFINED PLANT OILS
ARE RESTING ON SHELVES AS IF ON MIAMI BEACH,
WHILE I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY OWN RESORT.
I WISH I COULD SIT IN A HOLLOW
FAR FROM IT ALL, PINCHING AN OWL.
AND HERE, MY FINGERS ARE PINCHED ALL DAY LONG
BY DIRTY COINS AND BANKNOTES—
MY PALMS ARE FULL OF BACTERIA,
INFESTED WITH VERMIN.
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
I REPEAT IT FROM MORNING TIL NIGHT!
THEY CALL ME TO MIX THE SALADS
SOMETIMES, I STICK MY ARM IN MAYONNAISE UP TO MY SHOULDER.
I GET MY PAY,
AND THEN I BUY:
I BUY,
I BUY,
I BUY …
SUGAR, SOUR CREAM, ONIONS, SAUSAGE,
FLOUR, SUGAR, SOUR CREAM, ONIONS, SAUSAGE,
FLOUR, SUGAR, SOUR CREAM …
I BUY …
AND I GO TO SLEEP,
I DON’T DREAM OF ANYTHING
BUT “THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!”
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
BARCODES, KEYBOARDS, DISCOUNTS, SALES,
A FULL BLADDER—
THESE ARE MY RELATIVES. REFINED PLANT OILS
ARE RESTING ON SHELVES AS IF ON MIAMI BEACH,
WHILE I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY OWN RESORT.
I WISH I COULD SIT IN A HOLLOW
FAR FROM IT ALL, PINCHING AN OWL.
AND HERE, MY FINGERS ARE PINCHED ALL DAY LONG
BY DIRTY COINS AND BANKNOTES—
MY PALMS ARE FULL OF BACTERIA,
INFESTED WITH VERMIN.
HELLO!
THANK YOU!
HAVE A GOOD DAY!
BARCODES, KEYBOARDS, DISCOUNTS, SALES,
A FULL BLADDER—
THESE ARE MY RELATIVES. REFINED PLANT OILS
ARE RESTING ON SHELVES AS IF ON MIAMI BEACH,
WHILE I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY OWN RESORT.
I WISH I COULD SIT IN A HOLLOW
FAR FROM IT ALL, PINCHING AN OWL.
AND HERE, MY FINGERS ARE PINCHED ALL DAY LONG
BY DIRTY COINS AND BANKNOTES—
MY PALMS ARE FULL OF BACTERIA,
INFESTED WITH VERMIN.
HELLO!
THANK YOU!
HAVE A GOOD DAY!
BARCODES, KEYBOARDS, DISCOUNTS, SALES,
A FULL BLADDER—
THESE ARE MY RELATIVES. REFINED PLANT OILS
ARE RESTING ON SHELVES AS IF ON MIAMI BEACH,
WHILE I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY OWN RESORT.
I WISH I COULD SIT IN A HOLLOW
FAR FROM IT ALL, PINCHING AN OWL.
AND HERE, MY FINGERS ARE PINCHED ALL DAY LONG
BY DIRTY COINS AND BANKNOTES—
MY PALMS ARE FULL OF BACTERIA,
INFESTED WITH VERMIN.
HELLO!
THANK YOU!
HAVE A GOOD DAY!
Have a Good Day!: An Opera for Ten Singing Cashiers, Supermarket Sounds, and Piano by Vaiva Grainytė, Lina Lapelytė, and Rugilė Barzdžiukaitė. Photo: Rugile Barzdziukaite.
Scene 3: New Girl’s Aria
1253276—you’ve hit the wrong key again.
1253276—you’ve hit the wrong key again.
1253276—you’ve hit the wrong key again.
1253276—you’ve hit the wrong key again.
Excuse me, something’s wrong with the cash register again—
It’s registered a larger sum …
I don’t get it …
Could you come and help me? …
Excuse me, something’s wrong with the cash register again—
It’s registered a larger sum …
I don’t get it …
Could you come and help me? …
I’ll fix it, I’ll fix it, one minute, please!
I’ll go and ask my manager.
You can wash your hands.
I’ll go and ask my manager.
Could you change a hundred euros?
I only have large notes.
Could you change a hundred euros?
I only have large notes.
Could you change a hundred euros?
I only have large notes.
Could you change a hundred euros?
I only have large notes.
Could you change a hundred euros?
I only have large notes.
What’s the code for beans?
Are bottle tops part of the lottery?
This is great quality jewelry!
What’s this?
Someone’s left their wallet,
And last night—a purse …
Someone asked for the invoice …
I didn’t know what to do …
Spanish tomatoes, royal potatoes.
Spanish tomatoes, royal potatoes.
Spanish tomatoes, royal potatoes.
Spanish tomatoes, royal potatoes.
Small Beijing cabbage, large Brussels sprouts.
Small Beijing cabbage, large Brussels sprouts.
Small Beijing cabbage, large Brussels sprouts.
Small Beijing cabbage, large Brussels sprouts.
White bread “Crescent,” wheat bread “Peasant.”
White bread “Crescent,” wheat bread “Peasant.”
White bread “Crescent,” wheat bread “Peasant.”
White bread “Crescent,” wheat bread “Peasant.”
Dog leash, fence for pine trees.
Dog leash, fence for pine trees.
Dog leash, fence for pine trees.
Dog leash, fence for pine trees.
All Souls’ Day candles, Valentine hearts.
All Souls’ Day candles, Valentine hearts.
All Souls’ Day candles, Valentine hearts.
All Souls’ Day candles, Valentine hearts.
Scene 4: Member of a National Minority’s Aria
The holidays are coming …
You need your darlings
To be near on certain days.
If not—
there’s no need to shop …
The shelves are filled with
Lights,
Garlands,
Red Santa Clauses,
Or happy little chicks,
Chocolate bars with holiday numbers.
Calendars:
What name day to celebrate,
What to plant,
Whom to honor,
Whom to remember,
September …
What’s in the calendar,
I don’t really get it.
Some of the names get stuck in my throat.
And holidays—marked in red—
Impose a dominant rhythm on me.
I had to sign next to my new work rules:
2025, today’s date, my surname,
name and signature.
My manager can’t pronounce my name,
I can’t say hers.
The pen just broke, eh …
In my family, we’d be baking cakes
And visiting relatives.
We wouldn’t sign anything on that day …
I want to visit my family,
And be with my relatives.
But today, your calendar shows me the workday,
Ours says it’s a holiday …
… shows me the workday.
Scene 5: Single Mother’s Aria and the Detergent Choir
The sour cream pack was broken,
So it spilled all over my pants.
Now I’m all sloppy.
I’ve left my kid with his grandmother,
They’re going to visit our relatives’ graves today.
Yesterday, I cooked a whole pot of soup,
It’ll be enough for everyone,
I have a migraine, again.
I’ve been sorting goods since the morning,
I put the dumplings into the wrong freezer:
Into the meat section
And I didn’t add their prices!
The customers raised a ruckus,
I had to write a letter of explanation!
Some woman was buying flour and sugar,
I put them into a plastic bag.
Because we are told to put dry products into a bag.
Because we are told to put dry products into a bag.
But it turned out the woman was an inspector!
Without having been asked to do so,
I put the products into a plastic bag!
I put everything into a cellophane bag,
You see, she didn’t ask for it, but I did it anyway …
An inspector!
Every day, we have new discounts, lotteries,
I cannot even remember them all.
I come back home, and my kid is crying,
He asks me to play with him,
But I can’t even think about it, my head is aching,
I can’t remember all the lotteries and discounts …
It annoys me so much!
At least we have the grandparents,
So I have someone to leave my kid with.
On my own, I wouldn’t get a thing done …
I’m going to buy detergent,
Because of the sour cream:
it leaves stains.
SHE SPENDS HER SALARY ON BUTTER,
MILK, SOUR CREAM, WINE,
BABY FOOD, CURD …
SHE ALSO BUYS A PIECE OF SMOKED CHEESE AND SPRATS,
AND OF COURSE,
DISCOUNTED SALADS,
AND A COUPLE OF CHOCOLATE BARS, AND TOMATOES.
SHE ALWAYS SPILLS SOMETHING, GETTING HER PANTS DIRTY,
SO SHE HAS TO BUY DETERGENT.
SHE BUYS THE CHEAPEST DETERGENT,
BECAUSE SHE REALLY LIKES MILK.
IF SHE BOUGHT A PRICIER DETERGENT
(NOT A POLISH—A GERMAN ONE),
SHE’D SIMPLY RUN OUT OF MONEY
FOR MILK AND SOUR CREAM WITH BIOCULTURES.
THE DETERGENT WON’T REMOVE THE STAINS WELL—
SHE SHOULD BUY HERSELF NEW PANTS,
BUT PANTS ARE TOO EXPENSIVE, SHE WAITS FOR A SALE.
UNTIL THEN, HER PANTS GET DIRTY—HER ONLY PAIR OF JEANS!
IN A MONTH, SHE GETS HER PAYMENT, WHICH SHE SPENDS ON BUTTER,
SOUR CREAM, A COUPLE OF CHOCOLATE BARS,
BABY FOOD,
AND AGAIN, ON CHEAP DETERGENT THAT WILL NOT REMOVE THE STAINS …
Scene 6: Bimbo’s Aria
That man bought Legos and beef:
I cracked up by accident,
But he roared as well.
He gave me his card.
She mixed up the codes again!
What’s wrong? I’ve told her:
“The code for buns is here, on the paper”—
it’s lying right there.
It’s so annoying—she always comes up to get help,
But people are waiting,
A queue is forming you know!
She’s been working here for a month
And still doesn’t get it—it really sucks! …
Just a couple more hours to linger,
And I will go back to my crib,
I’d like to exfoliate,
I’ll turn off my phone.
‘Cuz once, I gave this guy my number—
He’s pretty cool, kinda funny, and tall,
We met up, and went bowling, y’know.
But then, it all started:
“Well, yeah, I’m kinda married, but I really like you …”
I don’t want any kind of extra shit, I told him:
“Okay, don’t call me!”
Thanks a lot, I’ve learned my lesson from those types …
But he keeps texting, and texting, and texting:
“Honey, let’s meet up …”
It really sucks …
Oh, and today, that codger, a Russian,
Called me “krasavitsa koroleva,” er …
Yeah, I’m such a “beauty queen”—
With my eyes still red from last night’s party—
He kinda comes here to shop just because of me …
Oh … today, we still have to count the stock …
It totally slipped my mind …
I’m gonna get home late tonight, again …
While my Simba is there alone,
She’s gonna mess up the trash can again,
That cute and wild little kitty!
When I put on a milk-and-egg face mask,
She always purrs and snuggles up—
She loves the smell,
My little Simba!
Have a Good Day!: An Opera for Ten Singing Cashiers, Supermarket Sounds, and Piano by Vaiva Grainytė, Lina Lapelytė, and Rugilė Barzdžiukaitė. Photo: Modestas Endriuska.
Ms. Healthy’s Aria: “Petting Cats Is Stress-Reducing!”
Freshly squeezed juices have an abundance of vitamins!
I pick my own herbs!
Besides, this year, they’ve risen in price—
I couldn’t afford them!
Health is our most valuable treasure!
I try to wake up early and go to bed early!
Petting cats is very calming and stress-reducing!
And stress-reducing …
And stress-reducing …
And stress-reducing …
I always see darkness and darkness:
I get home, and it’s night,
I go to work, and it’s still night …
I downed three cups of coffee today, so my eyes are bloodshot.
If it wasn’t the coffee, I would be out!
Scene 7: An Early Morning Duo
I don’t toss about,
I don’t stretch,
I try to save every minute!
I pour five spoonfuls of coffee powder into my cup.
It’s black as the morning outside my window.
I bought my shoes at a sale at the mall.
Their soles are thin and slippery.
I slip on every wetflooranddirtyicepuddleofrainslickasphalt.
The first bus arrives at 5:20 a.m.
The wind is cold.
The streets in this area are not lit.
It’s too early for students to be up.
I didn’t dress warm enough!
Once, I missed the bus.
The next one’s at 6:45 a.m.
It takes me almost an hour to get to work.
If I don’t make the first bus, then I’m really late.
I have to be at work before 6:30 a.m.
Riding the bus, I take a nap,
even after a strong coffee.
I’ll definitely have to get an energy drink,
I’ll check it at my register immediately, at eight o’clock,
Right after the store opens.
If I make a lot of sales,
I get a bonus!
I need a larger paycheck,
As coffee runs out quickly.
Five spoonfuls—that’s a seventh of a whole small coffee bag.
It’s always dark:
No matter if it’s before work,
Or after work when I’m coming back home—
It’s always dark, and dark …
I go to work at night,
And I come back home at night …
Scene 8: The Emigrant’s Mother’s Aria; the Goods, Discounts, and Hot Deals Choir; and Ms. Healthy’s Aria: “I Never Get Sick!”
In a month, I’ll be flying to Britain,
But the flight’s in the morning!
My son is working, says
He won’t be able to pick me up from the airport,
I’ll have to wait for four hours.
I Skyped with my son, he said
It’s already cold over there,
Here, it’s still not so bad!
But I’m wearing wool socks …
I sleep with my socks on even in summer …
My son has a bicycle shop in England,
He was the first to launch that business,
He’s got his customer base!
Always knew his way around …
Years ago,
when I was working for Seams and Stitches,
I’d bring my own pancakes, meatballs,
a cucumber …
Now everything can be bought—
I don’t need to cook.
My daughter-in-law is bad at cooking …
I can’t imagine what they eat over there, in England …
But everyone gets along, they have a lot of land next to their house …
A SALE ON SUNNY BEACHES!
THE YEAR’S GREATEST HOLIDAY SALES!
DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?
DON’T SQUEEZE JUICE YOURSELF!
WE SQUEEZE IT JUST AROUND THE CORNER!
FOR ALL BEDDING! HOT PRICES!
IF IT’S GLOOMY OUTSIDE,
WE’LL CHANGE THE WEATHER!
I’m going over to the first register,
That girl has gotten it wrong again,
Such a fine young girl …
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
ALL DAY ON MY FEET!
CARP, GLASSES, SALMON,
KIWIS, SHOES, SHAMPOO …
HALF OFF! CLOSEST TO HOME!
HURRY UP, ONLY ONE PAIR LEFT!
WE DO HOME DELIVERIES! HEALTH RESORT FOR SENIORS!
WITH A SENIOR DISCOUNT CARD YOU’RE SAVING POINTS FOR CURTAINS!
Something about her reminds me of myself as a young girl …
But I’m not that old yet!
I was laughing the other day:
WHAT DO YOU THINK? ALL DAY, ON MY FEET!
WE’RE OUT OF CAT FOOD AGAIN!
LITHUANIAN BEER PLEASE! I LIKE THE END OF THE MONTH!
I GOT MY PAYCHECK TODAY!
CINEMA, ASIA, SCARVES, PERFUME ON WEEKENDS! MORE ALMONDS!
THE NEW FLOORING DEPARTMENT!
HOT PRICES! FOR ALL BEDDING!
If someone asks me something at the airport,
I’ll just say: “No, no, go!”—and that’s it,
Anyway, they will get it …
My son kept laughing when I told him this …
My husband was laughing too …
CHRISTMAS SOON! EASTER ALREADY!
WE ALL WAIT FOR AMAZING FEELINGS!
MOTHERS WITH STROLLERS SKIP THE QUEUE!
THE BEST FLAVOR, THE FRESHEST TRAVEL!
TO THE WATER PARK! BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!
Wool socks improve your blood circulation!
Ginger and lemon help fight a cold:
It’s good to drink it every day, as a precaution!
If you have a stuffy nose, rinse it with sea salt
Five times a day!
I never get sick!
I never get sick!
I never get sick! …
My husband’s not flying with me …
He’s going to stay at home …
Scene 9: Art Critic’s Aria
Yesterday, some hot-tempered man complained about me to management,
Sometimes I think I’m going mad …
I have a thousand euros saved up—
I’m going to try and find some cheap flights
And get out of here, but I don’t know where to …
Maybe I should apply for my PhD?
Would I apply for my PhD?
When they told me: “Mix the salad!,” I burst into tears,
I cannot sleep at night …
The girls I studied with:
One of them is raising a child,
Another works in publishing,
The third killed herself,
The fourth’s somewhere in Berlin, making video art.
When I got my diploma,
I promptly registered at the employment office.
There were no offers for my specialty.
The consultants didn’t even know what art history is.
I got offers to work at a pawnshop,
An insurance company,
A retirement home,
As an ocean scout leader …
I applied for a job at school,
but there’s no demand for art teachers now …
I sent my CV everywhere you can imagine!
I wrote to Art Echo,
They published some bits of my thesis,
For these four parts, I got 210 euros.
I bought myself some fancy tights,
And spent the rest on wine and Neuro tea …
All those cashier women are utter horrors …
One of them has the vocabulary of a prisoner,
Flirts with men, doesn’t watch her language.
That one from register eight—she’s about finished,
Works her guts out for her child,
Her husband left her.
That older lady seems the most normal—
She’s somewhat honest.
I feel as if I’m tumbling downhill …
That staff,
I don’t know what to talk about with them …
My parents don’t care,
They’re just happy I’m working,
I help them pay for the heating,
They don’t understand what I’m feeling.
Should I try and apply for a PhD next year after all? …
Ms. Healthy’s Aria: “Every Single Day Is a Gift!”
You have to love and take care of yourself!
If things aren’t going well—don’t strain yourself!
Accept everything as it is, as fate would have it!
Challenges make us stronger!
For example, when I wake every morning,
I smile into the mirror:
It really helps!
Every single day is a gift!
Every single day is a gift!
Every single day is a gift!
Every single day is a gift!
Every single day is a gift! …
Scene 10: Pay Day Choir
I LIKE THE END OF THE MONTH:
A WARM SPARROW OF HUNDREDS FLIES INTO MY POCKET,
MY HOURS TURN INTO CRISP BILLS.
AND I GO TO THE AISLES OF PRODUCTS TO BUY
WHAT YOU’VE BOUGHT.
CARROTS,
AVOCADOS,
SUGAR,
SAUSAGE,
QUASS,
LIPSTICK,
A CHEAP JACKET,
A WOODEN RACKET …
MY SALARY IS ESSENTIAL, DISTINGUISHED,
AS IT TAKES ME DOWN TO THE CINEMA,
THE CHOCOLATIER,
BILLIARDS …
MY WORKPLACE IS YOUR
SUNDAYS,
SATURDAYS,
FRIDAYS,
THURSDAYS,
WEDNESDAYS,
TUESDAYS,
MONDAYS …
I LIKE THE END OF THE MONTH:
A WARM SPARROW OF HUNDREDS FLIES INTO MY POCKET,
MY HOURS TURN INTO CRISP BILLS.
I GO TO THE AISLES OF PRODUCTS TO BUY
WHAT YOU’VE BOUGHT.
I WORK AND
I BUY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
BARCODES, KEYBOARDS, DISCOUNTS, SALES,
A FULL BLADDER—
THESE ARE MY RELATIVES. REFINED PLANT OILS
ARE RESTING ON SHELVES AS IF ON MIAMI BEACH,
WHILE I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY OWN RESORT.
I WISH I COULD SIT IN A HOLLOW
FAR FROM IT ALL, PINCHING AN OWL.
AND HERE, MY FINGERS ARE PINCHED ALL DAY LONG
BY DIRTY COINS AND BANKNOTES—
MY PALMS ARE FULL OF BACTERIA,
INFESTED WITH VERMIN.
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
BARCODES, KEYBOARDS, DISCOUNTS, SALES,
A FULL BLADDER—
THESE ARE MY RELATIVES. REFINED PLANT OILS
ARE RESTING ON SHELVES AS IF ON MIAMI BEACH,
WHILE I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY OWN RESORT.
I WISH I COULD SIT IN A HOLLOW
FAR FROM IT ALL, PINCHING AN OWL.
AND HERE, MY FINGERS ARE PINCHED ALL DAY LONG
BY DIRTY COINS AND BANKNOTES—
MY PALMS ARE FULL OF BACTERIA,
INFESTED WITH VERMIN.
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
BARCODES, KEYBOARDS, DISCOUNTS, SALES,
A FULL BLADDER—
THESE ARE MY RELATIVES. REFINED PLANT OILS
ARE RESTING ON SHELVES AS IF ON MIAMI BEACH,
WHILE I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY OWN RESORT.
I WISH I COULD SIT IN A HOLLOW
FAR FROM IT ALL, PINCHING AN OWL.
AND HERE, MY FINGERS ARE PINCHED ALL DAY LONG
BY DIRTY COINS AND BANKNOTES—
MY PALMS ARE FULL OF BACTERIA,
INFESTED WITH VERMIN.
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
BARCODES, KEYBOARDS, DISCOUNTS, SALES,
A FULL BLADDER—
THESE ARE MY RELATIVES. REFINED PLANT OILS
ARE RESTING ON SHELVES AS IF ON MIAMI BEACH,
WHILE I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY OWN RESORT.
I WISH I COULD SIT IN A HOLLOW
FAR FROM IT ALL, PINCHING AN OWL.
AND HERE, MY FINGERS ARE PINCHED ALL DAY LONG
BY DIRTY COINS AND BANKNOTES—
MY PALMS ARE FULL OF BACTERIA,
INFESTED WITH VERMIN.
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!
BARCODES, KEYBOARDS, DISCOUNTS, SALES,
A FULL BLADDER—
THESE ARE MY RELATIVES. REFINED PLANT OILS
ARE RESTING ON SHELVES AS IF ON MIAMI BEACH,
WHILE I DON’T EVEN HAVE MY OWN RESORT.
I WISH I COULD SIT IN A HOLLOW
FAR FROM IT ALL, PINCHING AN OWL.
AND HERE, MY FINGERS ARE PINCHED ALL DAY LONG
BY DIRTY COINS AND BANKNOTES—
MY PALMS ARE FULL OF BACTERIA,
INFESTED WITH VERMIN.
HELLO!
THANK YOU! HAVE A GOOD DAY!