(written years ago, likely between 2008 and 2010)
Beware This Land of Wicked Winds
Beware this land of wicked winds, where the man of content will soon find himself a beggar, and the willing and good-natured worker will find himself a slave. Here, where the honest man is labeled a criminal, and the crooked man is honored amongst friends.
The land is a forsaken wilderness since the time of Thoreau, though they call this land “Park”. And the king’s bounty within is forbidden except for the king’s sport. Summer gardens are filled with bitter fruit, and the winters are barren abandon.
There is something in the water here. Some say it’s tasty. Beware their demented minds, for the water is poison—seriously, there is arsenic in the water—really—and radon in the walls.
This is totally a bad place to be—so leave, or just don’t come.





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