777 in a subway tunnel. wreck filled life, even when things go right. nothing left but bits and pieces and burning and jagged edges. and now the rest of the poor souls are trapped. but sylvester is not in there, or coming to get them. no light, limited oxygen, and a bunch of little cell phone lights that will only last so long. so long. nice to know you. good bye. who’s gonna be the first to bite into someone else’s ass? who’s gonna try and tunnel out? who will be the first to evolve seeing in the dark? no seriously folks, we need to vote on this stuff now. we’re all trapped in here together and we all voted on being a democracy already and these are important issues. actully, due to our present circumstances, these are basically our only issues. so we’ll split up three ways even and get to it. okay? okay. but alas, it’s only me. especially after we’ve agreed. and the rest of you turn off your cell phones and leave my dumb ass standing alone in the dark.
