Shhh. I have to be quiet, I think it can hear me. It snuck up on me in the night a few days ago and I haven't been able to shake it. What worries me now is that I think it may be developing its own climate system. Oh, and I met some German hikers on the side of it, they seemed nice but kept asking for directions to the disco.
It's huge. It blots out the sun. I keep getting startled by things coming in from the right of my vision. They ask me "what's wrong?", and I say "Oh nothing!". Don't they see it? Don't they see the enormous pimple that has popped up next to my right temple? Oh, I get it, they're ignoring it...but I can see the fear and disgust in their eyes. I hate them for their pity. They will talk on their cellphones, recounting to their friends the tale of the "poor disfigured cretin begging for peanut shells on the corner"
Geez, I really like peanut shells, alright? Sue me.
sorry, guess who needs sleep?
(*Note: The title comes from Gulliver's travels, it was the land of giants, the opposite of liliputian)
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