Re: Extra Ranks

by **TMJulian** Thu May 21, 2009 8:50 pm

Ya. Relaxness..

by fleamailman Fri May 22, 2009 3:18 am

(the goblin just repeated that quote to himself "humor is like the sun, too little and it is cold, too much and it burns" and then said "...often someone flames because they can't create content for themselves, but once someone can create content, in his or her own right, first they no longer care about what the trolls says, and then the trolls too slowly realize that they unmasked in their own failing and not the poster's that is, so the goblin then posted what he has written to the "last post" elsewhere seeing that there wasn't one here now, the piece of course became a benchmark to anyone wishing to heckle it since they would then be expected to come up with something in their own right here, the classic "lump it or trump it" stance is best against trolls)

the long departing bus homewards now, the goblin just lets the text type itself again between his mind and his laptop, as a wave of slowly typed words are, written, wiped, rewritten again in some slow repetition until a residue of what the goblin really wants to relate here remains for all to see, that is, while the music is Ravel's piano concerto mov 2, a deceptive piece that starts off normally enough only to slowly break into something deeper, deathlike even, and certainly appropriate to the view of those stepping stone like silent still gathering rainclouds that the goblin has fixed his view on now as all below seems to shoot by out of goblin's focus and consideration, and somehow the scene seems set, "...slot, perhaps I shouldn't have asked dad, no choice there I felt, I mean "how long now" and "who inherits, etc" that is...", "...goblin, if it falls on you, you have a right and should know everything...", the clouds thicken in their gathering darkness, everything else continues its ignored whizzing course, but the music has changed at this point from the normal piano to the orchestra, something bigger is afoot, something is taking over the piano then "...it's going to rain Slot, it will be for real this time, quite a show don't you think...", "...goblin, it's so easy to be cheap here, you're not cheap I hope, you have to live with yourself after he's gone, all that you did and gave to date would be cheap if you fail him now then, the end will crown it goblin, think about it goblin, you're lucky to even know in advance, you can prove yourself here...", the piano breaks into unrelated high notes, it's erratic now as if drowning, certainly wrong, the piece is breaking up or into something else then as the rain breaks too, and still the scenery, ever out of focus, whizzes by under the encroaching storm that had to pass the goblin knew, the piano tinkers into silence

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