Saturday, August 08, 2015
The boys on Kenvil could see it against the horizon a few kilometres down the shore. Silhouettes of smokestacks puffing their white effluvium, diagonal conveyors, conical mix silos... and no sign of human activity.
To furley youngsters of the early strata, the sight energises the imagination: Behold this bayside spectacle — Pirate City.
Posted by LordSomber at 11:31 PM
Monday, July 27, 2015
Always an array of colourful characters were guaranteed to pass through — the original Black Moses, “Mr Mayhem” (“Whatcha tryin’ to do to me?”), Frau Geshlekht Terapist, plus the occasional pro athlete and orchestra conductor.
At one point psychics had warned the baleboosteh of a potential shootout, so mshpkhh mitglider were let off for the day whilst the lower-rung employees were left on schedule. Of course, nothing happened, and the workers there on shift looked at each other, rolling their eyes. No comment was necessary.
The constant interaction with both the capricious public and the dense management made days at The Häag ideal for youth coming to understand the sketchy ways of everyday dealings with a neurotic society and wannabe professionals.
Posted by LordSomber at 10:43 PM
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Posted by LordSomber at 11:29 PM