1. When bricks conspire with the sun, it becomes increasingly difficult for normal folks to loiter.
2. This creates shine streets, or deserted pillars of undiluted sunlight that blasts ultra-violent rays.
3. Prolonged exposure to these rays make folks hole up in their respective units with a compressor tied to their hump which dribbles cold, chemical exhale.
4. This exhale lowers the median temperature of a unit to a point of great wealth for consolidated energy providers and all the on-it employees they have to dispatch.
5. Greater demand brings with it great deliberation, and the folks wonder whether it is worth it to aestivate or not.
6. Their minds made up, folks burrow into the deliberate confetti of a pile of energy bills from respective consolidated energy providers.
7. They stay in this state until the sun and the bricks release their sway on the sunlight's devious seraphim, or until the revenue thresher is done collecting taxes on the blubbering compressors.
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1 comment:
Well dude, this reminds me of R. Crumb for some reason, a narrative of the lost and duped who still conjure the Mayans when they polish their checkbooks.
Turning out some good stuff son.
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