Reconsidering an unknown proposition is dangerous - the lasting consequences are a fiery grate to the face along with a severed head dangling from a rather disused spine. Which is why the question is usually deferred to another department.
Reconsidering this department is a dangerous proposition - forcing the issue upon a range of middle managers who have inescapely been forced to answer a question which they arn't entitled to know.
When everyone thinks of them as middle managers, the propsition is set and the unknown is considered without the expectation of consequences.
There are no consequences. Which is a thought were forced to consider.
Were creating a lavish tapestry of the past, trying to remember a vivid landscape of lush childhood thoughts that were stricly imposed upon a life everyone has once considered to be useless and lost to the ages.
All of this is a euphenism for child molestation - raping human beings of all sorts and varieties.
Feverish Stylings of the Last Millenium
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Draal
Feverish Stylings of the Last Millenium
Last edited by Draal on Thu Dec 28, 2006 4:34 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Draal
"God Is Watching You" hovers above a blinking eye in lewd and incescently thoughtful neon-pink letters.
"God Is" is written on a cardboard sign being held by a Wandering Companion on the left side of an onramp.
Both are routinely visible in New York at a time I'm not going to talk about. This is New York with a completely new set of expectations and visual imagery - trying to conjure up gritty city scapes and scathing tranvestites wandering the streets isn't the implication of calling on the idea of New York.
The implication isn't completely known. This is the point of the story, the exploration of New York.
Everyone reads "God is Watching You" and none wonder if She is. Except for one young man playing cards under a street lamp with a crowd of incapably filthy people. Except they arn't people. Just a roving band looking for something to do.
Its New York - there isn't.
This young man has found solace in the movements of the cards, sliding them to and fro with a mindless gaze upon his face and a knowing smirk across it. We'll also be exploring the usage of the word "it." (And the connotations of quotation marks (and why quotation marks are quotation marks))
Finally its dark; the young man packs up and moves out. Its a grating consequence for his sort of life, constantly moving and wondering about nothing at all. Except he stares at the sky and notices the flickering of pink neon as its slowly dismantled by a group of blue uniformed men carrying large flashlights at their belts. "God is" flickers as the eye blinks.
God is
Watching You
Everything begins to blink for our young man, as he is left stranded in an offused and even less considered section of New York City.
"God Is" is written on a cardboard sign being held by a Wandering Companion on the left side of an onramp.
Both are routinely visible in New York at a time I'm not going to talk about. This is New York with a completely new set of expectations and visual imagery - trying to conjure up gritty city scapes and scathing tranvestites wandering the streets isn't the implication of calling on the idea of New York.
The implication isn't completely known. This is the point of the story, the exploration of New York.
Everyone reads "God is Watching You" and none wonder if She is. Except for one young man playing cards under a street lamp with a crowd of incapably filthy people. Except they arn't people. Just a roving band looking for something to do.
Its New York - there isn't.
This young man has found solace in the movements of the cards, sliding them to and fro with a mindless gaze upon his face and a knowing smirk across it. We'll also be exploring the usage of the word "it." (And the connotations of quotation marks (and why quotation marks are quotation marks))
Finally its dark; the young man packs up and moves out. Its a grating consequence for his sort of life, constantly moving and wondering about nothing at all. Except he stares at the sky and notices the flickering of pink neon as its slowly dismantled by a group of blue uniformed men carrying large flashlights at their belts. "God is" flickers as the eye blinks.
God is
Watching You
Everything begins to blink for our young man, as he is left stranded in an offused and even less considered section of New York City.
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Draal
The world becomes a complex travesity of itself. Arguably it already is. This young man begins to realize this routinely obvious thought as he awakes beneath a pink freckled sky, a sky currently inassesable to this Wandering Companion because of his proximity beneath a steel grating.
Water rushes past him. Its obviously a sewer. The pink neon blinks in his vision, dreams coliding with a reality that merely states "Baby, Oh Baby Oh My" in a drone coming from an unforseen reaction of human beings somewhere above.
He moves and retches. This is the lovely part of the story, only because of what We Don't Know. What We Don't Know is this; theres a gear wretching and turning in his head, realizing very slowly that its true form is a pool of sea thats been left behind far inland on a beach just after high tide.
Very shortly, there will be a break as the housing collapses because of the gears. "Very shortly" is another concept that will be rexplored.
A grating moves, and the young man finds himself beneath the novelty of water falling from the sky. The Neon Pink Letters hang above all as unlighted tubes unremarked and lost in the clouds.
Running across a street with water falling across his face, that old smirk across his face, a consideration comes across the youth, finding himself with an understanding, a form and concept wonderful and explicit; the young man meets this concept head on at high speeds. This consideration and concept will be represented by a brick wall.
Somewhere, a chorus sings silently of another time and place.
Water rushes past him. Its obviously a sewer. The pink neon blinks in his vision, dreams coliding with a reality that merely states "Baby, Oh Baby Oh My" in a drone coming from an unforseen reaction of human beings somewhere above.
He moves and retches. This is the lovely part of the story, only because of what We Don't Know. What We Don't Know is this; theres a gear wretching and turning in his head, realizing very slowly that its true form is a pool of sea thats been left behind far inland on a beach just after high tide.
Very shortly, there will be a break as the housing collapses because of the gears. "Very shortly" is another concept that will be rexplored.
A grating moves, and the young man finds himself beneath the novelty of water falling from the sky. The Neon Pink Letters hang above all as unlighted tubes unremarked and lost in the clouds.
Running across a street with water falling across his face, that old smirk across his face, a consideration comes across the youth, finding himself with an understanding, a form and concept wonderful and explicit; the young man meets this concept head on at high speeds. This consideration and concept will be represented by a brick wall.
Somewhere, a chorus sings silently of another time and place.