HAPPENSTANCE
It all takes place at the county
fair; the massive headache of
time is there, with its rides and
tunnels. Cotton candy and people
screaming, the mad laughter of
the shooting gallery and that
sledge-hammer ring-the-bell
thing the big guys are so fond
of. Musculature is like armor,
except you can't take it off,
and it droops.
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Surly girls and cigarette hillbillies.
Old men in top-hatted murk, and
their farm ladies in cotton and
gingham. Take a break from all
of this. Let's have a seven-dollar
lemonade? Fresh-squeezed? Is
that what you paid!
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