You have come for the tour
But we welcome you empty handed
Nothing but death in our arms
And children in our bellies...
In the foreseable future (foreseable in the way that an elevator shaft is lofty), this dirvishing tourhost-about-town and general disregarder of constabulary enforcement will provide you (the storm-trooper) a much needed path through the eclecto-a-gogo that is the ARTEDGE den.
Ergo, it should be a joy that currently this riotous fellow is not able to take you away on journeys farfetched--it would be unfortunate if the kind reader were to suddenly encounter their lingering conscience such as one does a lion, NIEN?
©2000 by M.Goldin