Thursday, July 07, 2005
Something Wicked This Way Comes
They came in the night. Trucks rumbling, breaks screaming, gates and plywood crashing. Carnies. Tribe after tribe of them. They've taken over my entire block.
Their death-trap rides and rip-off amusements slumber idly in the street.
They are cultish, erecting strange idols to their Saints.
They built a fucking clam-bar mere feet from my front steps.
Tonight it begins and will continue for two weeks.
Two weeks.
At some point great burly goombahs will sweat and grunt and carry this crazy tower up and down the street.
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that's freaky. the stormy skies gives it an added element of an opened pandora's box, gates of hell type thing. where do these people come from? You need to interview them, make a little short of it.
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