Tell me of the sky

By DJ Misc on July 11, 2009 12:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

“ ‘Tell me of the weather today, Pocket. Tell me of the sky, and don’t skip a single cloud.’

‘Well, the sky looked like someone was catapulting giant sheep into the frosty eye of God.’

‘Fucking winter. Crows against the sky?’

‘Aye, Thalia, like a vandal with quill and ink set loose to randomly punctuate the very dome of day.’

‘Ah, well spoken, love, completely incoherent imagery.’

‘Thank you, mistress.’ ”

—Christopher Moore, Fool, 2008.

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