animatronic
Senior Member
In the end this will all just fade into the background. Nothing was accomplished. No minds were changed. City Council remains a leaking ship, adrift in a sea of apathy. The sharks circle, but they continue to distract themselves with suicide runs into tuna nets. The ship lurches towards the looming cliffs, crewed by a horde of drunken lemmings and captained by 220 pounds of sentient tapioca pudding.
We remain, locked in the hold, waiting for the sweet release of jagged rocks.
We remain, locked in the hold, waiting for the sweet release of jagged rocks.