the last WARNING PIECE at the dreadfull day of THE MARVELLOUS
Saturday, 27 December 2008
Towards an Ecology of Flamboyantly Over-Dressed Man
He caught my eye as the moon rose over the forested cruising ground. "I'm interested in saving all creation from self-destruction - men and rainforest alike," he said. "Shut up you fool and kiss me again," I urged him. But I couldn't see his wood for the trees.
Go up to London, to London, that great City, write, write, write. And behold I writ, and lo a hand was sent to me, and a roll of book was therein, which this fleshly hand would have put wings to, before the time. Whereupon it was snatcht out of my hand, & the Roll thrust into my mouth, and I eat it up, and filled my bowels with it, where it was as bitter as worm-wood; and it lay broiling, and burning in my stomack, till I brought it forth in this forme.
And now I send it flying to thee, with my heart, And all.
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