Wednesday, 4 November 2009

No Papers Today

I am at the shop, they know which one. For we met an Ambulance thereof at the big Roundabout - this is the one that The Process does not like* - (*or rather, he doth like!) - which overlooked the left turn round the back roads that was immediately available to us almost as an invitation, and heavy rain to the point of Forked Lightning.
(a beat)
As I got out of the car I seth I hope it hits the car, but that he should not take it personally. If it hits the Ambulance I hope it blows the tires as it negates on the tarmack.

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