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Thursday, December 02, 2004 Rain drops sideways. Left to right. Rendering hooded rain coats useless. Umbrellas vanish into the air. Storm signal number 4, incoming. Makati holds its breath. Skirts fly, men trip. Work stops. Cab drivers call it a day 2 hours before six. AM stations on every tuner. Local TV news channels get higher ratings. The train quits. Trees undergo labor-free trimming. Those with weaker constitutions, return to nature ASAP. Crikets take the night off. The white leghorn in the backyard go silent.All because a butterfly flapped its wings at the other side of the globe. Chaos theory are for the seriously fucked up. In times like these, they should ... watch out for falling debris.
posted by Alexis at 7:20 AM |
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