Folio 6: Chapter 3 (excerpt one) —

 

         Changed … days … sssoanthihuhrrr. I’ve heard tell fruity-loopers were often venerated— bathed —in the Scottie-dog’s cataract of being. ’twas a Celtic quirk and human. Long-long-long before kilt-clad synthetics tore from a mould to slap skirting around toy-town McSchiz. Yonks before the national pastime traversed licking ‘guhrrrehnnuhrrrz’ … ‘greeners’ … spit … from the rock-face of colonial afterlife. On-your-belly-and-crawl-Jock-’cause-you’re-all-Jock-to-me … p’too! What’s venerated here nowadays? Boys that kick balls at the most, maybe? ’tis harmless enough I suppose … a fine achievement … in a country where things, more often than not, have a tendency to roll downhill.

~ Climb every mountain Daniel; you may, dare I say, have missed a vista ~

 

          This is … a … rant. (No. 1707: counting up is only permissible in this instance). It’s usually not my style but, just for the hell of it, here we go:

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