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One day, the Luxor pyramid in Las Vegas
turned to stone. Men in loincloths began going from room to room,
cutting the eyes out of those who dared look at the pharaoh's chambers.
Up the strip at Excalibur, sword-wielding men on horseback began
robbing all passersby, in tribute to the king. The Rio became swamped
with starving children, begging in Portuguese. New York New York began
smelling like urine. The cast of the Treasure Island pirate show
grabbed woman from the street and hauled them below decks. Fascist
troops stormed from the Venetian, and quickly took over Paris Las
Vegas. The Mirage simply disappeared. Caesar's Palace threw tourists
down into its amphitheater, where hungry white tigers waited. And it
all began sinking in quicksand, freshly made from the sandstorm
furiously firing out from the Sahara to the northeast, and the rising
floodwaters of Orleans to the southwest. |
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