The mayor cut the ribbon. "I hereby declare..
- The mayor cut the ribbon. "I hereby declare.. this building... the largest strip mall... in North America!"
- The crowd cheered and stampeded into the mall only to find that it was a trick
- "Where is he?" someone cried
- "He joined the circus," replied someone else. "Was always clowning around at home, until one day when he decided to try and get paid for it. "
- Running away with the circus was a life changing decision for Bennie, the school of hard knocks under the big top. He wore his costume and hid in the clowns wheelbarrow
- crouched in fear and hope that he would be allowed to stay, that he wouldn't be sent back. The Circus was Bennie's green light, his John Galt, his Amerika, his MacGuffin. He was a
- utterance divorced from intent, just like the gypsy woman predicted. The Human Circus, exactly where she said I would end up. The skin is still on the knuckle so sit on your skeins
- Skeins, did you say? That's right. A never ending weave is the paradox between the urge to say and the inertia to find the thing to speak. Intentions, whose hourglass are they?
- I don't know, but I certainly know what my intentions were as I headed out the door with my never ending hair weave and corset-induced hourglass figure. Girl, I am out to party!
- I turned heads, didn't matter gender or species. I could dance like a crazed razor back and chug like a train. In the morning I didn't remember much but everyone bow as I passed by
- Started
- 2014-09-25 00:06:31
- Finished
- 2017-04-12 16:16:15
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BlastedHeath Apr 12 2017 @ 21:19
Nicely provocative opener!
BlastedHeath Apr 12 2017 @ 21:28
To follow up on this clever notion: http://foldingstory.com/7rgod/