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I am an onion.
Nov. 6th, 2013 05:05 amWeird dreams in the couple of hours I got.
I had apparently gotten as far as the airport (in the mid fifties, given my dapper suit and the wardrobe around me) for my flight because I was deep in the bowels of DTW, entombed in concrete while dour functionaries from vague yet menacing government agencies asked me all sorts of questions.
However, since I am an intelligent person and a charming motherfucker to boot, the tone of the conversation changed as I started explaining why their tactics were so tragically ineffective, starting with their binary yes/no question style--they *thought* the answers were yes/no but there was depth and nuance they were missing out.
And at the end, I pointed out that if some fellow *were* going to carry out a terrorist attack, they certainly wouldn't go to Minneapolis to do it. They'd stay somewhere where morale was already at a tipping point, an urban center in such decay that the government could no longer provide services to blocks and blocks of it. And as I went on, their eyes widened with enlightenment and they all rushed off, en masse, to search Detroit for the masterminds destroying the city.
And I, all alone, left the interrogation bunker and strolled over to the now abandoned security point full of lockboxes where I cracked one specific lock and retrieved the diamonds that had been my actual goal. And I went off to my gate to catch my flight. I may or may not have whistled.
I had apparently gotten as far as the airport (in the mid fifties, given my dapper suit and the wardrobe around me) for my flight because I was deep in the bowels of DTW, entombed in concrete while dour functionaries from vague yet menacing government agencies asked me all sorts of questions.
However, since I am an intelligent person and a charming motherfucker to boot, the tone of the conversation changed as I started explaining why their tactics were so tragically ineffective, starting with their binary yes/no question style--they *thought* the answers were yes/no but there was depth and nuance they were missing out.
And at the end, I pointed out that if some fellow *were* going to carry out a terrorist attack, they certainly wouldn't go to Minneapolis to do it. They'd stay somewhere where morale was already at a tipping point, an urban center in such decay that the government could no longer provide services to blocks and blocks of it. And as I went on, their eyes widened with enlightenment and they all rushed off, en masse, to search Detroit for the masterminds destroying the city.
And I, all alone, left the interrogation bunker and strolled over to the now abandoned security point full of lockboxes where I cracked one specific lock and retrieved the diamonds that had been my actual goal. And I went off to my gate to catch my flight. I may or may not have whistled.