Galen Sevinne
01-11-2007, 12:07 PM
Be careful...
You see...things are rapidly becoming unstable here in Baltimore. As you look closely at local Baltimoreans this week, you notice a foaming...even a frothing at the mouth. There are many Baltimoreans walking around with cruddy stains on their shirts seemingly from uncontrollable saliva drooling in anticipation. Hair unkempt and disheveled...Proper decorum has been tossed to the side...people are complaining about not being able to sleep at night...diminished appetites...inability to focus at work. Pupils dilated to the size of quarters...nostrils opened wide...lips badly blistered and chapped...No longer are people stopping at red lights...they are rolling through stop signs...double parking...running out of gas and walking like zombies from place to place. Kids are not being fed...schools are virtually empty....
There are no birds flying around...they have been missing for days. Dogs that were once howling endlessly are now scurrying around with tails between their legs...skittishly as if they know of a fury soon to be unleashed. There is an odd, old wind blowing in from the north...up from 'round 33rd street...and if you listen closely...a voice can be faintly heard emanating through the soft purple haze of the city...a soft but firm voice...haunting but almost reassuring...it seems to be whispering..."I want ...I want my golden arm....it is you that has stolen my golden aaaarmmmm...give back to me my golden arm or you shall rest for.....you shall rest...for nevermore..."
You see...things are rapidly becoming unstable here in Baltimore. As you look closely at local Baltimoreans this week, you notice a foaming...even a frothing at the mouth. There are many Baltimoreans walking around with cruddy stains on their shirts seemingly from uncontrollable saliva drooling in anticipation. Hair unkempt and disheveled...Proper decorum has been tossed to the side...people are complaining about not being able to sleep at night...diminished appetites...inability to focus at work. Pupils dilated to the size of quarters...nostrils opened wide...lips badly blistered and chapped...No longer are people stopping at red lights...they are rolling through stop signs...double parking...running out of gas and walking like zombies from place to place. Kids are not being fed...schools are virtually empty....
There are no birds flying around...they have been missing for days. Dogs that were once howling endlessly are now scurrying around with tails between their legs...skittishly as if they know of a fury soon to be unleashed. There is an odd, old wind blowing in from the north...up from 'round 33rd street...and if you listen closely...a voice can be faintly heard emanating through the soft purple haze of the city...a soft but firm voice...haunting but almost reassuring...it seems to be whispering..."I want ...I want my golden arm....it is you that has stolen my golden aaaarmmmm...give back to me my golden arm or you shall rest for.....you shall rest...for nevermore..."