by Tomorrow's Man
February 21, 2003
It took me eight and a half minutes to get my automatic gossip under control, just a matter of grabbing the exploding sides of my cabbage head for long enough to lash out my tongue and wrap it round enough times to hold all that scattery thought in, a quick staple down the middle and I'm silenced, finally, tongueless and as boring at the mouth as any tedious canadian.