shereads
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And I don't think those are poppy seeds.
Hello, people still living in the post-industrial age. Please send your extra electricity to the four million of us still living in the creepy silent dark. You can have my delayed FEMA ice.
I'm in a motel near the beach, which is the only place in four counties that's semi-normal:
Lights that come on when you flip a "switch" on the wall!
Telephones without the empty cans and string!
No curfew!
Plaid-clad conventioneers carrying plastic drink cups garnished with maraschino cherries and paper umbrellas, being herded onto buses by megaphone-wielding herdsmen whose highly trained Border Collies cull the weak ones before they barf on the bus!
Artificially cooled air!
Wi-Fi!
Lines less than two hours long at gas stations!
Cable television! (Local news on those little battery operated TV sets is All-Hurricane-Wilma, All-the-Time. Not a single mention of Scooter Libby until he tried to steal that emergency shipment of FEMA ice from that elderly lady who beat him up with her walker. I think he deserved it, but she didn't have to injure him quite that severely.)
Best regards,
A refugee
P.S. The decaying jungle compound is now just a decaying compound. I left two vagrants with a chainsaw in charge of the clean-up. "Two Vagrants With A Chainsaw" would look good on business cards, don't you think?
Hello, people still living in the post-industrial age. Please send your extra electricity to the four million of us still living in the creepy silent dark. You can have my delayed FEMA ice.
I'm in a motel near the beach, which is the only place in four counties that's semi-normal:
Lights that come on when you flip a "switch" on the wall!
Telephones without the empty cans and string!
No curfew!
Plaid-clad conventioneers carrying plastic drink cups garnished with maraschino cherries and paper umbrellas, being herded onto buses by megaphone-wielding herdsmen whose highly trained Border Collies cull the weak ones before they barf on the bus!
Artificially cooled air!
Wi-Fi!
Lines less than two hours long at gas stations!
Cable television! (Local news on those little battery operated TV sets is All-Hurricane-Wilma, All-the-Time. Not a single mention of Scooter Libby until he tried to steal that emergency shipment of FEMA ice from that elderly lady who beat him up with her walker. I think he deserved it, but she didn't have to injure him quite that severely.)
Best regards,
A refugee
P.S. The decaying jungle compound is now just a decaying compound. I left two vagrants with a chainsaw in charge of the clean-up. "Two Vagrants With A Chainsaw" would look good on business cards, don't you think?