Monday, May 4, 2009

George Bellows The Circus

George Bellows The CircusGeorge Bellows Summer FantasyGeorge Bellows Romance of Autumn
Good. I like sorting things out.'

Foul Ole Ron He watched as the sleek golden shape streaked away.
'I told 'em! I told 'em! I told 'em!' he said. Til give 'em the wrong end of a ragman's trumpet, so I shall. Bug'r'em. Millennium hand and shrimp! I told 'em!'

Gaspode wagged what was technically a tail when Angua re-emerged.
' "Change into fomefing more fuitable",' he said, his voice slightly muffled was a Beggars' Guild member in good standing. He was a Mutterer, and a good one. He would walk behind people muttering in his own private language until they gave him money not to. People thought he was mad, but this was not, technically, the case. It was just that he was in touch with reality on the cosmic level, and had a bit of trouble focusing on things smaller, like other people, walls and soap (although on very small things, such as coins, his eyesight was Grade A).Therefore he was not surprised when a handsome young woman streaked past him and removed all her clothes. This sort of thing happened all the time, although up until now only on the inner side of his head.Then he saw what happened next.

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