Thursday, December 20, 2007

Albonian air raid

Ginger told me, in the long hours in the tank train before the orange destination, that in the Fraction War (where things were done by halves), the Zeppelins came over Shithaus and dropped fat bombs.

And after the blitz there was no communal spirit, no bleeding-eyed defiance, just a weary fuck-you from the populace.

The big guns on the hill, where the capitol and secret police museum escaped unscathed from the fires below (to the harbour, in the streets) fell silent like a bunch of clichés - stopped choking out hot bullets into the sky, and mainly missing.

So the police went out in the morning and shot the wounded.

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