All the while, time was caroming around, looking for its ends, and damaged by loss and panic, swung wide, screamed west and eventually flung its heels over its own head, gaining momentum in the terror of inertia. It gritted its teeth and pulled its legs in and began to whirl faster, eventually becoming a centrifuge, and this is how the pendulum, incidentally, became a rotary mechanism.
On Monday, December 7, 2015, mid-afternoon, Jordan sat at the picnic table near the library with Eric and Aubrey.
“One thousand nine elevens,” said Eric.
“I wanna smoke crack before class,” said Jordan.
“I don’t wanna smoke crack,” said Eric. “Every drug I’ve ever done has turned into a problem for me.”
“Don’t smoke crack,” said Aubrey.
“I’m not going to smoke crack,” said Eric.
Local Despot Has Failed Family Crest Maker Melted Down And Sprayed Onto Failed Family Crest.
–NY Times–
A local despot, disappointed with a family crest that was lovingly hand-crafted for him over the course of the last 3 years, has had the craftsman responsible for the off-colour artwork melted down and sprayed directly onto the crest.
“I ORDERED GOLD. NOT FUCKING YELLOW.”
“If I wanted fucking yellow I would have asked for fucking yellow” sneered the vicious despot.
