Men's Shed

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A one-time fling. Was supposed to be a once-in-a-while kind of operation.

Came about with the deaths of six secondary college students, an old man, and some corpses used for clandestine means.

All this death, and Tinsley still can't figure out as to why, or how his family's inherited disease of tuberculosis rapidly brought wroth into his brother's life, and how heavily interconnected and intertwining his brother's death is with the six secondary college students.

For inasmuch as an afternoon could give up, it wasn't the first time. This I had marked as that other time in which I was wondering as to why, as episodic a day and its surprises can be, a question still arises. Why would it be any different? Is it different because I am to treat the days in my life like a canto? I was quite fond of turn-tabling an episode, its chaotic nature, and turning it as a page turning chapter in my life.

Whether-whenever and inasquite-as a moment may allow the change of pace in a single happenstance, as the world begins revolves selflessly for another in this very person's interest, a compromise made between God and this man whom we shall agree his intentions to be selfish.

Otherwise we'd regard this matter to be just another case of the Monday-blues and it wasn't really a big a matter as Cathro would've believed. If only his brother Lucho had stopped their older brother Sycrose from conspiring a plan which would land women resting on each shoulder.

Should this plan ever come into fruition after they had the events had already transpired, the very image of the country farther than the Greek-Latin Steppes could guise itself as, the very ugly country we try to form into our own image perhaps.