Chitty

Chitty Chitty, Sh*tty City. I grew up in a dirty city. One year, in the midst of my SAD, I had a dream, a girl walked up a mountain, a newborn slave. On its flattened, golden peaks sat a city.…

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Chitty Chitty, Sh*tty City. I grew up in a dirty city. One year, in the midst of my SAD, I had a dream, a girl walked up a mountain, a newborn slave. On its flattened, golden peaks sat a city. Buildings tall, and sleek, pinned at the top like a toucan’s beak. She lived on the outskirts of the glorious black city in shacks four slaves strong. Day by day she would go out to fields filled with little black sprouts, buildings the slaves slowly pulled up from the ground. Make them grow faster! a lash, and a city expanding. At night a wind whispered between the walls, out among the builded stalks to rattle her cabin door. it beckoned for her to enter, but it was forbidden. she got up, running into the dark throng of skyscrapers, deeper. until the moonlight barely trickled down, and she could no longer see the stars through the tightly packed buildings. in the center of a city was a bad, she lay down. A shadow comes, possesses her. a zombie, she slowly walks back to her little slave shack, and lays in her bed to rest for another days work

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