You know, they have Good Intentions—
—however innocent they may be. (But when has a simple matter like a few accepted ‘facts’ ever stood in God’s way, hey?)
Now cast thine peepers over these graven images of mine, and proclaim unto me what thou seeeth (it means wot thou perceiveth):
But read the labels first or you lose the thrill of recognition which will be enhanced by this closer-up graven imagery—
A SUDDEN THOUGHT
on my part … HORRORS~!
What if the dude running the sideshow is subtly having a subtle dig at Yours Truly (who would happen to be me) and the idiot (moi, not him) fell for it?
… but still I has me doubts. Even after I’d taken the snap and snuck a peek at the gaffer, who was earnestly motor-mouthing a too polite to disengage ‘prospect’ who’d made the mistake of making a comment. (Fell for the bait then, didn’t he, and paid the price*.)
The Garden is still recruiting too—but watch out for the snake, it rears up at the awkwardest damned moments … but all is still always in accordance with God’s preordained scripting … even them dinos … and the odd
DAMNED CYNIC …
* The secret is to avoid eye contact. (If you do so by accident and they come galloping over your best defence is to start foaming at the mouth. (Or abandon hope all ye who remain there: RUN like a rabbit and Devil take the hindmost~!)