"Sniffer of carrion / premature gravedigger / seeker of the nest of evil in the bosom of a good word / you, who sleep at our vigil / and fast for our feast / you with your dislocated reason / have cutely foretold / your shade / and by the auguries of rocks in parlament / death with every disaster / the dynamitisation of colleagues / the reducing of records to ashes / the levelling of all customs by blazes / the return of a lot of sweetempered gunpowdered didst unto dudst,,," - Shaun the Post
Monday, 6 February 2012
The air he breathed during that contemplative moment smelled of rot
