Posted by fústar in 
Clouds – though occasionally cute, fluffy and given to floating on high o'er vales and hills – are, generally, a bit of a nuisance. They enshroud the earth in suffocating blankets of grey. They empty their contents onto miserable wage-slaves as they shuffle work-ward. They form themselves into scarifying mushroom shapes and strip you of your skin and hair. Oh, and God – whose giant lidless eyes gaze with blank indifference on humankind's many sufferings – lives on one.
Clouds are nasty and evil. See here:
More tomorrow.
This is stil my favourite. You’ve got talent, fustar.