Warren Ellis has infected me with some kind of horrid man flu via the internet.
So why does cough syrup taste like crap?
I can hear boss music from FFVII bleeding through the walls and I like it.
My Uncle came to visit and he reminded my brother about the time he went to see him in Oxford. They were in a pub with said brother's friends and my Uncle had his dog collar on (he's a priest).
He turned to one of the friends and said: "If you down that pint in one go, I'll give you a fiver."
He promptly downed the pint and grinned, holding his hand out.
"Never trust a priest."
I started writing my fifty words and then gave up.
"The door rattled to the base of its bones. The wood cracked, and splintered. I sheltered beneath quivering hands held up, begging for transubstiated bread. They bled and I wept.
Eloi, Eloi, lema sumthinorother."
No comments:
Post a Comment