You just ride along, the days go by as you endlessly ride up and down through a maze of strange distorted faces of people you don’t want to know, but must interact with. The ride operator’s grizzled beard and his whiskey breath, permeating your micro atmosphere even here, where you are, mentioning an unease to your mind that there might be something amiss with the ride itself, a loose bolt here, a rusted nut there. All is not as it looks on the outside/Toadman, Synaptic Disunion. More here.
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Stickman on May 07 at 7:58 p.m.
Good thread Toadman, I like your thoughts.