Journal Journal: Thank you past, you knew my future!
Silence, buffoons! He said: "Thank you past, you knew my future".
But what I am about to say is not for you to know.
It rides unworthy in the tide.
Journal Journal: When I have to think
When I have to think, I have to have the radio on. And with that thought, Amanda took one huge leap off the bed and almost into a drawer by the dressing table flicking the switch whilst teetering on one leg like a ballerina.
Journal Journal: Man fashions genetically mutated servant race
They were sort of covered in this very light, thin layer of fur. Almost invisible. They were stupid.
They did the most menial of tasks in Guinea. After the infighting wars like this, Guinea was one of the only places where it was possible to set up a scientific lab, although with great difficulty, but Dr Thorton had managed it. Living like any other of his line of thinkers and aristocrats, on the luxuries of the new age, he had set up a thriving business in catering.
