
The boards are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the autisms will drown. The accumulated fail of all their sex lies and flouncing will foam up about their waists and all the beakers and spastics will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "Beyond my remit."
( , Tue 11 Oct 2011, 18:43, archived)