by InkL0sed on Sun Jul 05, 2009 2:07 am
In any case, it certainly wouldn't be the right thing to do. After all, when one door opens, another one closes, as the great Stengel used to say. But who cares? The cake is a lie, as they say, and I certainly wouldn't presume to impose on that proposition. The matter is heavy and filled with anguish, for the way is littered with the bones of brave warriors, their external bodily matter vaporized by the fires from the belly of the beast, that is I mean to say, or rather I mean to mean, the situation, the problem, the question, the matter at hand. The Dragon (for that is what the great Stengel called the issue, that is to say, the situation, the problem, question, the matter at hand), its wings when spread wider than the height of its mountain-dwelling, its neck thicker than ten of the thickest tree trunks at their respective bases, rose up into the sky, blotting out the sun, breathing searing fire hotter than the lava from a Plinian surge from its nasal exhalations, took a breath and extinguished all the clouds of the earth, roared and charred the very earth, the very soil; the earthworms and the trees (all the flora and the fauna in point of fact) ceased. Ended. Kaput. Smush. In any case, I wouldn't dare, personally. For, as the great Stengel used to say, one door closes and another one opens, and the cake is a lie. The matter is best left to the means at hand. The atoms are best left to their respective forces; the issues best left to the solutions, the oily crevices best left to the pixels. Your glasses are of no use.