I'm Cold
"I'm cold," Snowden whimpered. "I'm cold."
"There, there," Yossarian mumbled mechanically in a voice too low to be heard. "There, there."

Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all ove rhim as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all.

I'm cold," Snowden said. "I'm cold."

"There, there, said Yossarian. "There, there." He pulled the rip cord of Snowden's parachute and covered his body with the white nylon sheets.

"I'm cold."

"There, there."
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 16:10, 4 replies)

Help the bombadier
I am the bombadier
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 16:11, closed)

Ahem!
Yossarian Yossarian
Your my kind of fella
Too bad that your just fiction
In a book by Joseph Heller.
( girlinthehole, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 19:12, closed)

Catch-22 I can take
Something Happened took me two weeks to get over.
(vicarius, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 20:30, closed)

You get a click
For quoting one of my favorite books of all time. Poor fucker snowden - never stood a chance. Mind you none of them did realy.
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Tue 12 Aug 2008, 1:52, closed)