Was taking a stroll along the newly revamped Clarke Quay the other day. Quite nice really. All glass and concrete. They mixed post-modernist with classic. I preferred the dingier decor of yesteryears, just because it was more authentic...I have many fond memories of Clarke Quay, you see, as I used to spend lunch alone there, staring at the dirty river as I took a long drag from my cigarette, sorting out problems that only adolescents would have. It was calming, peaceful, noone giving you dirty or kaypoh looks, no one chasing you away.
Approaching Clarke Quay, the exposed beams of the glass ceiling caught my attention, as my amatuer photographer's instincts arose. I took out my trusty camera phone and started adjusting my angles to get the best light, in order to try and create an artistic edge. At first it was not too bad....
Then there I was minding my own business, taking in the sights...then i looked up again......to my horror, they were upon me!! They were all over the place! Acting like innocents, ready to corrupt the minds of the population....it was:
THE INVASION OF THE GIANT METAL PENISES.
someone was trying to be funny.
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