What are you expected to believe in this exaggerated hypotheses is a small town full of city folk looking for fresh eggs and voluntary vulnerability. Where did the townies go? They had better things to do: appearing in Woody Harrellson vehicles, making their own flesh out of bacon fat and shampoo, staring, dying, playing with blocks. So they left. They took the town with them. Small towns are very dense. Big cities smear like egg yolk on a clean red barn.
Do you have a telephone? Can I borrow it for just one moment? I have a very important call to make. Then I can give it back and someday find my own telephone and slide it into the vacant slot in my spine. I walk erect. I am tall and populous. The GRAND CHAMPION always eats for free. You could borrow the GRAND CHANPION's telephone but it would crush you with its incredible density. The GRAND CHAMPION lays crippled, spine exposed like so much egg white in a horse trough.
Fleshy infinite cables span the globe, held taut, supporting the new stage of man that will make all of us look like honkies and quaint old gravestones. They snap down across the small town and find a smooth serendipitous groove shaped like Main Street U.S.A. and slides past, sever touching ground until Urbana, hovering like a teasing screwdriver or something else. The quaint-ass housewives hand their delicates on it and drink broken mugs of Sanka. People didn't have time to ask questions back then.
Jimbo will get arrested for the manufacture of methamphetamines His mother ain't surprised a damn bit. Now look at him: clean Air Jordans (Have you seen a black person before?), polo shirt, wraparound sunglasses gleaming haloistic borders around his kempt and tamed mullet. Pretty soon he'll 'e able to afford a new truck with the money he's pulling in working at the factory. Heavy Chevy big rig so shiny red you can see yourself and the fleshy cable behind your head like a tram cable. He's really moving up. He best not forget his roots if he moves to Wichita like he's been sayin'. Don't want out boy turning into no goddamned city slicker. God damned information superhighway my foot.