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On being a haterDear Mr. and/or Mrs. Hated On,
I am writing this to apologize for my less than cordial remarks in regard to your artistic merit. I mistook your art as subjective; I believed that all people may have a wide range of aesthetics based on instrumentation or the assertions that come out of your mouth. It is my fault for assuming the nature of our ambitions is susceptible to improvement or that the messages you perpetuate are somewhat debatable.
Dear Mr. and/or Mrs. Hated On,
I would also like to apologize for giving what I deemed an honest assessment of your behavior. You are absolutely right when you say that it is none of my bu
Somber WonderlandAlice chased the rabbit across the grass. It was a little brown rabbit like all in her area yet she chased it anyway. It darted into a garden bed and she crunched in after it. She didn't even notice the root that curled around her foot and didn't see the stone until it was a mere inch from her nose. She threw her hands forward but it was too late to stop her fall. Her head passed through the stone and she found herself tumbling down a wide rabbit hole. It was very dark, what would happen if I ran into a wall Alice thought. Bright lights appeared above her and slowly fell past, she reached out and caught one and found that it was a small torch. She pointed its beam at the walls of the rabbit hole and was relieved to see they were at a safe distance. The walls were loose dirt, with little tufts of grass growing out of them. As she fell they became smoother and smoother. She realised rather suddenly that the walls had become white plaster, just like the walls in my house<
Furniture ShippingThe island was a beacon of light. Dark mists floated above the surrounding river, clouding Asgard itself so the celestial city was unveiled only on close approach, a fair bride behind layers of veils. The sound of swirling currents and the painful thrashing of water against the shores emphasized its quiet majesty. Asgard itself wasn't visible from outside, guarded as it was by a high wall. Beyond it, the gods knew well the wonders of Idavoll, finest hall in the nine worlds, made of precious metals and set with jewels. The thirteen gods who judged the affairs of the nine worlds all sat in identical chairs. Odin's was only distinguished by its position upon a raised dais, whence he listened to the advice of the other high gods and eavesdropped on the other worlds. All this glory lay beyond the single egress that was Odin's mighty gate, which opened only for the worthy. The gods were now starting to wonder if Odin had overdone it while defining 'worthy.' Their collective feet wer
Tea for TwoI observed her fragile corpse upon the cemetery seat, looking to and fro like a lost pigeon. She blinked her watery green eyes at me just once as I approached, then let them oggle wide.
"Madam," said I, "have you any need of assistance?"
A soft moan echoed back across the dying rhododendrons.
"Are you tired? Lost?" A quick glance at her spittle-slathered chops. "Hungry?"
She nodded vigorously and a bit of froth flew loose to stick upon a nearby leaf. I watched as it slowly slid its way to the very tip and plopped with a light "thwack" upon the freshly upturned soil.
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