I’ve never been one for puzzles and codes. I would have made a useless code breaker at
, and not just
because I don’t smoke a pipe or wear tweed. My mind works in a different way.
Oh I see the connections, can spot the patterns in chaos, but if I’m asked to
sit down and solve something I rarely can. Perhaps I simply don’t try enough or
perhaps it is something genetic. Give me a crossword and I’ll tire of it in
minutes, even though I generally know the answers. Bletchley
Of course it could be that I don’t want to solve the puzzle or break that code, perhaps if I were to I might find out that the message is something I really don’t like. There’s danger in understanding things, fear in knowing what makes something tick. I know what makes one thing tick. I was scared of it for years and then one day I stood up to it and it went away. Of course there was a problem; it took everything else with it and that’s one I think I can never solve.
In the names of the father
Dirty as a graveyard dig
Arrogant as a knife
Vile like an open wound
Insidious like a pig
Despicable like trenchfoot
Wicked as slow torture
Hurtful as a seat in hell
Evil like spit on the altar
Ignorant as a dog turd
Greedy like a cancer
Hostile as a hornet’s nest
Threatening like a burglar.