FILTHY STUFFFilthy stuff! Answering the cry of hopes and fears, black, glutinous and slick, it rose from far beneath those fathoms deep to fill a gaping slot. Valued beyond imagination, the only luck in two thousand years glooped through the stretching fingers of the ill-housed and sick, into the waitng palms of those who keep two jaguars and a yacht. We need it all, they said, to oil the gears of our industry. We have the experts who can do this quick. T'will soon be gone. No need to weep. You are too small, and weak and ignorant, to benefit from this trivial lot. Leave it to us. Besides - you have a structural deficit (of brains). And sich like guff. |