Don't say I didn't warn you about the coming worldwide foodstuffs rebellion. (I'm pretty sure that I'm the first one to use that term)
The Prophet
The wind cut with a nasty edge that had been sharpened by the southwesterly front that was now blanketing the nation in a heavy load of precipitation, closing airports in the major centres, disrupting the ferry crossings that were a vital link between the main islands. On the top of a mountain overlooking the city, as the lightning flashes lit up the sky for an instant, the Prophet stood (as is the habit of many prophets, even today) his gnarled hands grasping an even gnarlier staff as he looked out over the sea at the gnarliest waves he had ever seen, half of him wishing that he was surfing.
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You're slipping John. May I refer your readers back to one of your greater moments? Sunday, November 21, 2004
yeah well, except this one was only meant to be short. the intent was to draw attention to my previously obscured prophetical 1337ness, and not really to be a serious post about anything serious
Mathew 11:7 As they departed, Jesus began to say to the multitudes concerning John: “What did you go out into the wilderness to see? A reed shaken by the wind?..."
Next post due yesterday.
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