airport fantasy (clean edit)

5am, 1.31.08
i want to live in an airport where everyone leaves their shoes off!
i want an airport with bare feet and free davidoff cigarettes!
i want an airport where the advertised string men become eunuchs at the metal detector!
carrying their dead genitals in fanny packs, or man purses, or dwarf shopping carts!
i want an airport with abandoned luggage and genitalia everywhere!

cherry bombing GW red white and blue in every bathroom stall!
smoking colorful shirts in my airport!
if you're caught wearing a scarf in the t-shirt climate control corridor, looking but acting like you're not looking at the barefoot sailors puffing fine tobacco, if you push your duty free cart with one hand because it is too dwarfishly quaint but your duty is too ghoulishly heavy for fine perfumed hands, my airport has a bucket of fishheads in a dunking stall, and we hope you vomit!
i want an airport where the kids play soccer on the conveyor belts!
a goal up the down wins!
show off your travel stamps in my airport and we'll sodder your ass cheeks together!
no phone calls!
talk to the children and try a salad!

if kids tire of soccer then welcome automatic disco karokee floor!
you must sing satisfacation, especially if you don't know english, you can pick the next song!
there is no prayer room between hugo boss and burger king, pick between your consumption and your god already!
no you may not talk about when you're going to invest or about how things hopefully turn for us as if by us you didn't just mean you, not on the disco floor, especially not there, you'll get your knee caps pulverized with a cricket stick, snotty pine-muck!
everyone salutes to those who mop the floors, and not cause they have to!
we lose your bags and strip search you for your own good!
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