Monday, June 29, 2009
Side Effects Practiced By The Liquor
The wind was bloody, but this man started to run to me, publishing books left and right as he ran. This poor wretched man, this knave from Crete-- how dare he publish on the run? I had the very strong urge to give him a stone lozenge, if you know what I mean. After several days of pursuit, he received a new red and cream livery in order to disguise himself, but I had my eyes on him the whole time, so it was all for naught.
I later found out that this man who was in such a violent hurry to publish actually comprises four species of woody vines and was only initially thought to be a localized small-ish publish-gusher. This made me respect him a little more.