The Hounds of the Baskerville are out in force tonight watching as the space shuttle comes into view, attached to the space station and making a spectacle big enough to see. Waiting and hoping for the thing to explode so they can chuckle in glee.
I can see them now reposed in the mists of the Glen - devilish laughing eyes twinkling in the vapour lights emitted by swamp faeries, not bothered by anything mortal.
Not bothered by time.
Just waiting for something to tickle their fancy.
Waiting for the chase.
The Grey Madness
About Me
- thegreymadness
- New Zealand
- Iconoclastic, anti-authoritarian, paranoid, don't put up with injustice, very good at getting into other peoples heads, thoughts and minds (my job) good at risk assessment and at risk management in secure facilities as well being very good at prognostic predictions re risk (again my job), and then back to beer and whisky to eliminate the Monsters of the day, as for the Monsters of the night, learn to understand and appreciate them, this will keep you safer than fearing them.
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