|
you can sort of see his guts spilling out... maybe next page someone will inspect his fallen remains in even greater detail... like a film noir, we need to know why this bunny was pushed out of space, and to what nefarious end. We shall comprehend... no, I meant prevail, yeah, that's it.
Until the morrow, and perhaps a faster page scrolling.
__________________
As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi
|