The last day on so called earth, he must.....
An impromptu image from just now, i could have sworn i snapped but, if it must be moving imagery so be it.
No woe is me here ever
" i chucked stones at yours...... and then saw it wasn't you..."
If only her knew the poetry in that, mine man, just a little later on the last day...
As if eight years he had been waiting for that moment, and journalism teases out the truth of them, being just those latencies, in her most magnifique They Would Never Hurt a Fly
" I cannot tell you whom, exactly, but let's just say council employed good burgher and don't we know it....
"it is as if years has been waiting for the moment... the exact moment to show his spots...
"this is why i must be Quinn, even here.... there he was this morn the old women gossip setting they have.... natter natter oh so you had it bad.....
"well you know you know who's fault it is..... you know w isn't getting their dose...... bloody difficult lot the bloody [nwords]; that's who..... the blacks making this worse they're the type who are difficult about their vaccines ... rest of us civilised folk just endangered by them.....send em back to the jungle.. that's what i say.......".
But less of that dinosaur, a wise blended man seemed to intuit "yep its as if he had been waiting to say it ...of course he had to..... bet he never even noticed the half and half had chucked a stone at his van.... or there arent actually any blacks except me for about thirty miles..."
Why Quinn must be Quinn. Reason one of many.
But the deal is, own terms. And that is an art and the best arts are quite unintended.
