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Re: Slow Time in Fat City™, part 5: Quotes from the Edge.
« Reply #75 on: September 21, 2010, 03:05:34 am »
Correction: you conveyed it quite eloquently and with great imagery....but the only people who got it were the people who already got it.

Some men, you just can't reach. So you get what we had here last week. Which is the way he wants it. Well, he GETS it. And I don't like it any more than you men.
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Re: Slow Time in Fat City™, part 5: Quotes from the Edge.
« Reply #76 on: September 21, 2010, 03:06:59 am »
Quote from: Exit City Hustle on September 21, 2010, 03:05:34 am
Correction: you conveyed it quite eloquently and with great imagery....but the only people who got it were the people who already got it.

Some men, you just can't reach. So you get what we had here last week. Which is the way he wants it. Well, he GETS it. And I don't like it any more than you men.

1.  Same thing, I think.  There's no sense preaching to the choir.  But thanks.

2.  Cool Hand Luke doesn't make eschaton.  He makes eschaton BETTER.
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Re: Slow Time in Fat City™, part 5: Quotes from the Edge.
« Reply #77 on: September 21, 2010, 06:29:35 am »
Just sounding this out, but I 'get' and enjoy Horrorology.  It deserves more time to grow.
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Re: Slow Time in Fat City™, part 5: Quotes from the Edge.
« Reply #78 on: October 22, 2010, 01:29:57 am »
I get Horrorology and I feel like I really am learning something from it. I don't post because I don't feel like I have anything to add and I don't want to take up space doing nothing more than congratulating Howl.
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Re: Slow Time in Fat City™, part 5: Quotes from the Edge.
« Reply #79 on: October 22, 2010, 02:31:43 am »
Quote from: Sigmatic on September 21, 2010, 06:29:35 am
Just sounding this out, but I 'get' and enjoy Horrorology.  It deserves more time to grow.

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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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