The clinical stupidity of the wholesomely devout, the earnest eyes of the supplicant seeking forgiveness for long-distant sins weighting upon too-narrow shoulders, the dedication to cause those of us with less determination can but admire. Peter stood yet again in Cuba Mall distributing pamphlets, whispering, “Forgive me Lamb of God, for he has yet to.”
21 March, 2007
21 March, 2007 at 9:39 am
Without wanting to step on toes…
Graeme:
The lecherous eyes of the old man sweep the weekend shoppers. The paper between his fingers rustles as he rubs them together. The corners of his mouth turn up as the short-skirted girls giggle their way out of Supre’. “Jesus is our Lord and Saviour, ladies, though we live in sin” he says as he holds out his pamphlets. “God be with you”.
21 March, 2007 at 10:58 am
ok i withdraw my previous guess at nastiness to come.
now i’m thinking spontaneous (but suspiciously choreographed) dance scene in the bucket fountain.
21 March, 2007 at 11:16 am
rofl.
maybe.
21 March, 2007 at 7:05 pm
Why’s the clinic stupid?
21 March, 2007 at 7:44 pm
doh.
22 March, 2007 at 10:28 am
Maybe it was a reference to these guys