< Textural and blazing
~inquiry
> You see that jackass over there? He was ruffled the other
> day and seems to be still, over this and that. What happens
> in the world, the idiots, and some sense that things aren't
> what they should be. I love him for it. But between drinks
> he said that he was disappointed because someone's textural
> guns were poised but not blazing, and damned if he wasn't
> talking about me. At least that's how it hit me. Maybe
> I'm just afraid that someone will think I don't care,
> that the passion doesn't burn inside me more than
> this whiskey. It does.
<waves excitedly>
Yeah, I dunno... it just seemed like dramatic timpani preceding anticipatory drum roll... and... and then.... <artificial duck quack>
<smothers his own rye whiskey bottle>
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~griekspoor wrote (thread):
The crash of the cymbal is in the ear of the listener or the mind of the reader. Besides, the windows on this place might fall out of their frames if jarred too hard, and we wouldn't want the draft to ruin the stale atmosphere.