they only come out at night

they only come out at night. well, apart from when a formerly close associate comes over to visit for the weekend and after he leaves, they're awake for the next fifty-two hours, thinking on the error of their big-mouthed ways and moaning over the fact they so stupidly told him mostly all about the worst of the worst whilst somehow forgetting to mention the joyful, uplifting things going on, things like the Tinnitus, the Stendhal Syndrome and the many other even more trivial ongoing hilarities.


hmmpf... thanks to the Stendahl Syndrome, i'm still having fits whenever i pass that gate, especially now, and it only makes the entire situation even more incongruent. wait, what was i saying again? right, if shit goes on like it did this weekend, only then do they come out in dreaded daylight and walk the streets for hours, taking pictures and shit and that's my story and i'm sticking to it.


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