"Think of a major city. Now think of a decade between 1850 and 1950. Now do a Google Images search of that place at that time. What photo grabs you? Let it spark today's entry."
Seville, 1870s. Fiesta di Primavera.
"I think that man was just killed by that bull!"
"What?"
"Yes, killed!"
"Are you sure?"
"Well I'm pretty far away, and that bloke keeps...oy...no...oy...no, he's definitely been gored. Look, they're covering him over."
"I thought people were cheering more than usual."
The crowd's lust (for blood) has swelled to the peak of a tsunami-sized wave. It briefly holds itself until the three men trying to drag off the dead toreador look up to see no-one has actually restrained the bull. It stamps, it runs, and then gore, gore gore - the blood-wave crashes down with orgasmic frenzy: this audience must be vegans.
Seville, 1870s. Fiesta di Primavera.
"I think that man was just killed by that bull!"
"What?"
"Yes, killed!"
"Are you sure?"
"Well I'm pretty far away, and that bloke keeps...oy...no...oy...no, he's definitely been gored. Look, they're covering him over."
"I thought people were cheering more than usual."
The crowd's lust (for blood) has swelled to the peak of a tsunami-sized wave. It briefly holds itself until the three men trying to drag off the dead toreador look up to see no-one has actually restrained the bull. It stamps, it runs, and then gore, gore gore - the blood-wave crashes down with orgasmic frenzy: this audience must be vegans.
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