Stallis Screams for Vengeance

You know what they say in Stallis: if you can't keep it fucking weird, then go somewhere else. They seek to keep it weird, and real. They maintain quite a farmer's market, and have done so for almost 100 years. This will having meaning as you read on. They're always down there waiting for that moment of nostalgia to become reality. They wait at the bus stop for hours in the winter. Standing and staring blankly at mounds of dirty, salty snow. The diesel fumes always stick in their hair. Their hair looks and reeks of 1978. The summer brings walking weather and long hours of sunlight. They walk by expansive, crusty fields. Large brick smokestacks, naked, cast dark shadows, both literally and figuratively. Kurt Vonnegut once said that if you can't write clearly, then you probably don't think as clearly as you think you do. Nothing describes Stallis better than this. They are the opposite of this. Stallis has been broken, and they can't fix it this time. It happened many year ago, and to top that statement, they don't want to fix it. They want to destroy the technology that destroyed them. They oppose it on legitimate moral grounds. They are advanced beyond what we can understand. Us living in a purely technological fairy tale. They got crushed. A crushing brings realization. It's painful, but invaluable. Thus, a lesson has been burned into their psyches. They will, at all costs, dodge the bullet of so called advancement until advancement catches up to them. Then they will not open internet cafes, they will not buy into silicone chips of any sort. They don't believe in green energy. If they buy into it, they stand (again) to lose big. They won't let that happen again, they're too advanced. Even they don't know how far they've come. Until the day comes when its known, they will continue to wear their "I heart Stallis t-shirts," and speak in monotone voices about the Allis Chalmers days. In solidarity, I will wear my "I heart Stallis t-shirts" too.