| | My only solace was the bleakness of winter. Only then did the appearance of the place match my reality. But not this winter. On a windy day the sun came out. It peaked over the Ozark Hills and silhouetted the all too familiar line of Lincolns cruising down the strip. Damn. They're back. I go to a restaurant. They're there. I go to the store, they're there too. And the new breed of devotees are here in full force. We all had the dream that the evil force would find no host to consume once the old ones had all died away. But it is far more evil than we ever expected. Families, teeny boppers, geriatrics. They are all here. They are all spending money. Branson still lives on the souls of fools and the blood of the weak. |
| | Posted 1/2/2006 9:25 PM - 34 views - 5 comments
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