Sunday, October 01, 2006"
The pokadotted spherical stone sprang to life as a reasonable amount of upthrust was applied to it. It took flight for barely a few milliseconds, knocks on the blur and innocent yellow skinned one and pockets it, colonised beneath the depths of the map. There lies the fate and respect for the yellow skinned. History placed them down the drains, having no rights, no say, longing to be free one day. This made my 2nd successive jump shot of my entire life, pocketing the yellow numbered "1" (or rather once defined as first) using the white cue ball.(now placed before the first). Bankrupt now. No money to play pool. Study instead.
Spoken at Sunday, October 01, 2006
