Terry Boyle's Discover Ontario 5-Book Bundle
My exit was no laughing matter, torn as I was from the shores of a superpower. When I was called to the Capital I knew I was headed for much smaller quarters than my Manhattan office, but I could never have imagined this stall, a room smack-dab in the middle of a massacre. Before I left, the butcher showed me how to make the best cut. I bought vitamins and a gun, said goodbye to my mother, consulted with my doctor, cheated on my wife and shot a small animal. I put it all in my report and prepared to meet the President. He informed me that my death would be trivial but necessary. My accountant assured me he would invest the proceeds. I changed all the dates, dug up my father’s bones and hid them in the attic. I was free.
Text and Artifact in the Religions of Mediterranean Antiquity
Intervalli
Non esistono note
senza silenzi
treni senza stazioni
voli senza atterraggi
parole d'amore
senza spazi bianchi
Intervals
There are no notes
without silences
trains without stations
flights without landings
words of love
without white spaces.
