In the tabletop landscape that is the Midwest

In the tabletop landscape that is the Midwest there are slumbering giants. Grain Silos. The Crop Circles of Wenona were a sign. Seamus was a watcher. He dusted crops by day,

and by night, under a hundred million stars, Seamus burned corn effigies in the crop circles' centers, spelled "WELCOME" in binary code with corn kernels and waited for a revelatio

n to appear to him in the corny smoke. At last a message appeared informing Seamus that his abduction would take place Wednesday week, cancellation required 36 hours notice, & canc

hre (not to be confused with "canker") sores may appear up to 3 days prior to abduction. "Well that's that," Seamus lamented. A dismal future in store, he pulled a pewter flask of

moonshine, poured the jet black liquid on his stack of papers and writings, and dropped a match. The moonshine fire was a slow dead burn, but it did the job. He was now free from

his superego. He let his ID run amok.

But he had let his ID go voluntarily, hoping for the best, after his nose had deserted him to become Ebola Czar and his right testicle left to set up a dubious investment fund mark

Which had ten orifices,not just the usual three. Hedge fund managers everywhere panicked at 00:35:27. The giant moaning noose heard all over the world. The next days, the news was

Again not very new. Every paper ran with Spectacle and Bread and Circuses. But the big draw, the act that put asses in the seats was the chance to see the contents of some bodies

spilling out on to the main stage and being fed to the lions. Sometimes, they would even feed them live audience participants. In any case, it was a huge success.