Saturday, 25 August 2012


You a believer in the unexplained Marlowe?

I've often had experiences I couldn't explain … or recall, for legal purposes.

So you fancy yourself a comedian?

If by that you mean behind my mile-wide smile I'm bleeding tears internally, well, yeah, my tap leaks? What of it?

So murder's okay with you?

I'll ask the next passing Samaritan when he walks on by with his cheek turned windward.

How about you thinking about doing the right thing?

I think about about it all the time and what good it does when expedience trumps the king.

Who's the king Marlowe?

I forget but once we idealised the judgement thing.


We - some of us - realised that certain self-confessed players don't like playing and preferred to rig the game.

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