Sunday, November 30, 2008
The giraffe is gone. I'm thinking that some of the stranded passengers may have carved him up and eaten him out of desperation. They've realized that no bus is coming, that they've been lied to and with that lie every semblance of civility and restraint rings hollow and flat. The girl's ice cream architecture is crumbling, if you can mix metaphor like that. There's a man covered in the stuff and he's smiling. Nobody does that, so i think he might be planning to kill her. Look what they did to the giraffe, after all.
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