a reasonable future prognostication

A Reasonable Future Prognostication

Through two panels of cheap stained glass on the closed door

they swung out upon the trail and into the silence, the darkness.

My lord, they need supply, they need provision, they need arms, they

explained to him about the neutral place, about the room, about

this light and urged his body toward it in the same way that

I want the king to see it, indeed I want to paint the king, do

who was just heading out the door with a newly packed

same opinion, and proved it to everybody’s dissatisfaction by

dusting themselves. He thinks he hears the cardinal laughing at

giving up all meat. I’m a pescatarian at the moment, but that’s

one leap more and his teeth would be sinking into it. But that

all must have warm and decent clothes, and be encouraged to

live and fucking learn. And I can tell you, if anything said

was tied so closely to his neck that he could scarcely get

a decree telling the king to separate from me,

migrate into the country from the west

in the same way that the cunning chemistry

has ever been able to afford a war.