Stay away from Blandbrick Manor, friend. There is an odor of decay as though the future is manifest in the recent construction. No let up, no fires, no cigarettes inside, nicotine being a stain when applied to white walls over time. The wind blows trees sideways, snow comes from the ground, water evaporates to plasma stage. All life is carbon-based, or life as we know it anyway.
The west coast fag brings back aging prizefighter to Blandbrick Manor and stacks him up against many contenders, past and present, some future. Bangs a drum over his head and runs screaming down the hall, "I'm mad, I'm mad, this is all your fault!"
Short of panhandling, the favored hobby in this section of town is rolling drunks. Get a cop come up on a mooch before he's rolled and then you get a nice indef sentence from Judge Roy Killroy, ancient mariner of legal theory.

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Kell is strangling a prostitute in the marketplace while policia bounce from person to person, accusing each other of kissing ass to get ahead. End-time rains set in, houses tumbling down the hills in mudslides, hundreds killed at once, bleached-bones sprouting from murders long passed.
"Hey, you got a dime?" one junk victim calls across the crowded cafeteria.
"You shut up or I'll cut you down as a god damn Esperanto blue-collar."
The junkie turns in sorrow and explains to the triangle man beside him, "And he's the NICE one."

Blue objects of peripheral evidence, balanced with equitable enmity, skinned alive, naked and struggling in the streets, planes falling from a great height to land with final parity, burning those in the way, crushing flowers that stretch for vertical growth. Three tables of six, hogs bleeding from the anus, pulled up to the table and explain, "The best meat is in the rump." Ravenous blood-sucking leeches in top hats, monocles, Mr. Peanut attire. Beat on tables and scream about deficit, high prices on the open market.
Ships crash into shore, drunk captains complain about timetables and commute time. The sun burns itself out and Eberhart is plunged into darkness for 38 hours.