Repose

This strikes me as the kind of quaint, unsoiled suburbia where humble but looky-loo townsfolk construct woven baskets of well-meant offering for the new blood in their region. I know it all sounds terribly pagan, I was skeptical too, but I've been reassured that the practice is a wholesome one; the kind of event that Norman Rockwell masturbated to with regularity.

Strange. Norman was fond of painting Santa Claus, who we all know to have folklorist origins as well. Coincidence? This may require further musing, preferably after the consumption of hallucinogenic aperitifs.

Which brings me full circle to ask, where do I go to collect my gift basket?

[Public: as anon]

[At three am.]

A person will die of starvation slower than lack of sleep. Starvation takes weeks.

Who: Alex White & Kratos Spartan and Atreus (also feel free to rubberneck)
What: Walking home from work/Repose gonna Repose
Where: Downtown Repose
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: Blood, gore, etc.

( Time After Time )