and yay, though the bank holiday it beshine not doth the sun down upon ye, and no light nor sustinance shall ease thy load, burdened as it is by the forgetfullness of the grouting implements which require ye to run once more the gauntlet of B&Q and the mirthless assistance harpies who doth scratch and wail and chatter incessantly about your past indispcrepancies and lies, heaped high upon you by your failings in the eys of The Lord. And yay, once you have crashed hard the forlourn boat of your trolley upon the jagged cliffs of the checkout and battled the stange things you find there, no sollace shall you receive as you are sent whence to Ikea, for no reason at all, to wander incessantly with the zombifeid remains of long forgotten friends and loved ones... until the end of time. Amen.
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Prof UnderCover evitable,
Mon 28 May 2007, 12:01,
archived)
OH YOU'VE ONLY GONE AND BLOODY DONE IT NOW
gronkpan @vomitinglarry.bsky.social,
Mon 28 May 2007, 12:02,
archived)
REPENT SINNERTHE DAY OF THY JUDGEMENT BE CLOSE TO HAND!
( Prof UnderCover evitable,
Mon 28 May 2007, 12:05,
archived)