The same old flim flam (edited)
by Billectric
Posted to Stories on 2003-07-11 11:26:00
“Nebekenezzer!” shouted the knave, barely understanding his words.
This was a paradox. The knave was noble, strong, a good man, yet I had that premonition, which was true, that he would duck.
He later explained, “Yes, I would be dead, otherwise.”
And I marvelled without ever challenging again.
A big, brawny, boy . . .
and here the factory is looking for ‘hires’ . . .
What is that tattoo of the apocalypse REALLY about ?