From our UK edition
The leaves hardly breathe and snakes loop round the branches, soaking up heat from cars parked nose to tail outside the seafood kiosk by this savage southern beach where the leaves hardly breathe and snakes loop round the branches, soaking up heat from cars parked nose to tail outside the seafood kiosk by this savage southern beach.
From our UK edition
Son, never boast of the bird you have done. Masters of the art of crime never serve A scrap of time. They may shit on everyone. They keep their noses clean. A fable says, There was a crooked horse who kicked an ass For being an ass, and down the line He got stitched up by his mule. Here’s the moral: Never disapprove, never harbour a scruple. Cater to all tastes. One will help you rob A bank-vault if you let him rape a little boy. A ritual murder binds people together. Where’s the chick as close as an accomplice? Differentiate between being and appearance And become as far as possible indistinguishable From your mark. Love is not a problem. Love Will find a way to provide you with an unassailable Alibi. Robin Hood had it all wrong.