Nowhere in Particular
November 12th 2008 10:31
That night the town was invaded by boofhead blow-ins, fuelled by alcohol and dumbness. It seemed inconceivable that these oafs could brutalise their own kind, until I remembered that I walked among humans. Gnarled misanthrope that I am, it still baffles me that man is his own worst enemy.
From several directions they came in their mindless rush, a gaping hole in the collective intelligence, plugged with the wooly mammoth of youth. Their vain vehicles cavorted in gay widdershins about the deserted streets, now that the populace cowered and shook. More beast than boy, each yob bowed to corporate lust and rode the animal within.
Soon the hoons grew fat with power, oozing from their skins to perforate the quiet majesty of night with belch and braying. They shucked the peeling carapace to reveal the mottled and twisted creature within. The last vestiges of decent life were lost somewhere on the road to nowhere in particular.
From several directions they came in their mindless rush, a gaping hole in the collective intelligence, plugged with the wooly mammoth of youth. Their vain vehicles cavorted in gay widdershins about the deserted streets, now that the populace cowered and shook. More beast than boy, each yob bowed to corporate lust and rode the animal within.
Soon the hoons grew fat with power, oozing from their skins to perforate the quiet majesty of night with belch and braying. They shucked the peeling carapace to reveal the mottled and twisted creature within. The last vestiges of decent life were lost somewhere on the road to nowhere in particular.
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