Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2008 7:35:47 GMT -5
Today I experienced my first living nightmare.
Now I'm not talking, "Oh my God that lecture was a nightmare",
I'm talking, clammy, dribbling, fear riddled frightmares. You may or may not be unlucky enough to catch a bus to and fro' the college. If you are yet to hand in the cheque I urge you, please, for the love of all that is holy, put it in your screaming gullet and choke on it.
Because that ladies and gentlemen, is a far, far more pleasant way to end your life, than riding in what can only be described as a deathcan.
Imagine this, if you will.
6 Deathcans, revving in unison, engine fumes killing off the weak early, no bullshit.
4000 students, eager, hungry, desperate for transport.
A narrow exit from the Death-bay, and no sense of authority.
After a lengthily, and often dangerous stretch of time, your Deathcan hits the road. Literally. Now, close your eyes and drift back to the cargo trains of which Jews were transported to death camps. The sweat, the suffocation, the desperation for water. The sense of panic, also.
Welcome to Deathcan, One stop to the steely embrace of a road accident.
If you managed to survive the journey, then you have the leisure of eight more hours of your life.
Before the next trial. Enjoy.
By Luke Ot
