Waitin' for the bus, in the rain, in the rain~
[[The hot desert sun has risen, the sand wastes have shifted while we lay awake and all pretended to sleep. Rabbits still are not what they seem, and we are no longer impervious to bullets. Welcome...to Night Vale.
Today, I received a report that the local chapter of Amazing, Like You Don't Even Know, Man, We're So Under-Appreciated And Art Is, Like, Life Dude will be hosting an art event, since, as one starving artist put it, "No, we're literally starving. No one feeds us." Well, Night Vale, I for one think art, art appreciation, and keeping art out of the Sheriff's Secret Police's list of illegal things is very important. So, listeners, why not head down to the gallery to show your support--apathy is also an acceptable substitute emotion--where you'll see the students' work as well as old classics like "This Is A Can. I Think." and "I Don't Know, I Just Felt Like Stabbing Something So I Used His Blood As My Paint", and of course, everyone's favorite invisible drawing collection. Boy, people can sure be creative can't they? I mean, who would have thought that you could use invisible corn to make ink, and then draw with it? Amazing." More on this later. And now, dear listeners, I give you...
~And we're waitin' for the bus in the rain.