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June 01, 2011, 06:55:45 PM Last Edit: June 01, 2011, 06:59:30 PM by Cuddleshift
"He walked in and saw what it was. And, it was what it was."

It was walls.

Walls. Borders. Obstacles.

The walls held paintings, and mirrors and knicknacks. They were the borders. Some solid and unyeilding, some more like a partition, in case you want to do some tweaking to the Fung shuei (check spelling. (ok, I'll do it later)). You could look at the paintings, or not. You could look in the mirror, or not. Wouldn't you just love to play with all the knicknacks? Don't touch! (I'm just kidding. Play with the knicknacks.)

The obstacles weren't the obstacles. I mean, they were, or they could be. Depending on how they were arranged. When they're just lying there in your way, they are the obstacles. If you stack them up, they are the stairway to reach the higher knicknacks. If you place them around you, they can make a little fort. Ha! A home in a home. How silly.

But still, this is just one room (your room, maybe?). And, when the myriad things are all stacked and arranged (be they obstacles or stairways, little forts or just about anything!), and the knicknacks have each been enjoyed, what to do? Well, relax. Rooms have doors to other rooms. What's on the other side of this one? Go on ahead, let's take a look.

"He walked in and saw what it was. And, it was what it was."

It was walls.

Walls. Borders. Obstacles.

The walls held paintings, and mirrors and knicknacks. They were the borders. Some solid and unyeilding, some more like a partition, in case you want to do some tweaking to the Fung shuei (check spelling. (ok, I'll do it later)). You could look at the paintings, or not. You could look in the mirror, or not. Wouldn't you just love to play with all the knicknacks? Don't touch! (I'm just kidding. Play with the knicknacks.)

The obstacles weren't the obstacles. I mean, they were, or they could be. Depending on how they were arranged. When they're just lying there in your way, they are the obstacles. If you stack them up, they are the stairway to reach the higher knicknacks. If you place them around you, they can make a little fort. Ha! A home in a home. How silly.

But still, this is just one room (your room, maybe?). And, when the myriad things are all stacked and arranged (be they obstacles or stairways, little forts or just about anything!), and the knicknacks have each been enjoyed, what to do? Well, relax. Rooms have doors to other rooms. What's on the other side of this one? Go on ahead, let's take a look.

"He walked in and saw what it was. And, it was what it was."

It was walls.

Walls. Borders. Obstacles.

The walls held paintings, and mirrors and knicknacks. They were the borders. Some solid and unyeilding, some more like a partition, in case you want to do some tweaking to the Fung shuei (check spelling. (ok, I'll do it later)). You could look at the paintings, or not. You could look in the mirror, or not. Wouldn't you just love to play with all the knicknacks? Don't touch! (I'm just kidding. Play with the knicknacks.)

The obstacles weren't the obstacles. I mean, they were, or they could be. Depending on how they were arranged. When they're just lying there in your way, they are the obstacles. If you stack them up, they are the stairway to reach the higher knicknacks. If you place them around you, they can make a little fort. Ha! A home in a home. How silly.

But still, this is just one room (your room, maybe?). And, when the myriad things are all stacked and arranged (be they obstacles or stairways, little forts or just about anything!), and the knicknacks have each been enjoyed, what to do? Well, relax. Rooms have doors to other rooms. What's on the other side of this one? Go on ahead, let's take a look.

"He walked in and saw what it was. And, it was what it was."

It was walls.

Walls. Borders. Obstacles.

The walls held paintings, and mirrors and knicknacks. They were the borders. Some solid and unyeilding, some more like a partition, in case you want to do some tweaking to the Fung shuei (check spelling. (ok, I'll do it later)). You could look at the paintings, or not. You could look in the mirror, or not. Wouldn't you just love to play with all the knicknacks? Don't touch! (I'm just kidding. Play with the knicknacks.)

The obstacles weren't the obstacles. I mean, they were, or they could be. Depending on how they were arranged. When they're just lying there in your way, they are the obstacles. If you stack them up, they are the stairway to reach the higher knicknacks. If you place them around you, they can make a little fort. Ha! A home in a home. How silly.

But still, this is just one room (your room, maybe?). And, when the myriad things are all stacked and arranged (be they obstacles or stairways, little forts or just about anything!), and the knicknacks have each been enjoyed, what to do? Well, relax. Rooms have doors to other rooms. What's on the other side of this one? Go on ahead, let's take a look.

"He walked in and saw what it was. And, it was what it was."

It was walls.

Walls. Borders. Obstacles.

The walls held paintings, and mirrors and knicknacks. They were the borders. Some solid and unyeilding, some more like a partition, in case you want to do some tweaking to the Fung shuei (check spelling. (ok, I'll do it later)). You could look at the paintings, or not. You could look in the mirror, or not. Wouldn't you just love to play with all the knicknacks? Don't touch! (I'm just kidding. Play with the knicknacks.)

The obstacles weren't the obstacles. I mean, they were, or they could be. Depending on how they were arranged. When they're just lying there in your way, they are the obstacles. If you stack them up, they are the stairway to reach the higher knicknacks. If you place them around you, they can make a little fort. Ha! A home in a home. How silly.

But still, this is just one room (your room, maybe?). And, when the myriad things are all stacked and arranged (be they obstacles or stairways, little forts or just about anything!), and the knicknacks have each been enjoyed, what to do? Well, relax. Rooms have doors to other rooms. What's on the other side of this one? Go on ahead, let's take a look.

"He walked in and saw what it was. And, it was what it was."

It was walls.

Walls. Borders. Obstacles.

The walls held paintings, and mirrors and knicknacks. They were the borders. Some solid and unyeilding, some more like a partition, in case you want to do some tweaking to the Fung shuei (check spelling. (ok, I'll do it later)). You could look at the paintings, or not. You could look in the mirror, or not. Wouldn't you just love to play with all the knicknacks? Don't touch! (I'm just kidding. Play with the knicknacks.)

The obstacles weren't the obstacles. I mean, they were, or they could be. Depending on how they were arranged. When they're just lying there in your way, they are the obstacles. If you stack them up, they are the stairway to reach the higher knicknacks. If you place them around you, they can make a little fort. Ha! A home in a home. How silly.

But still, this is just one room (your room, maybe?). And, when the myriad things are all stacked and arranged (be they obstacles or stairways, little forts or just about anything!), and the knicknacks have each been enjoyed, what to do? Well, relax. Rooms have doors to other rooms. What's on the other side of this one? Go on ahead, let's take a look.

"He walked in and saw what it was. And, it was what it was."

It was walls.

Walls. Borders. Obstacles.

The walls held paintings, and mirrors and knicknacks. They were the borders. Some solid and unyeilding, some more like a partition, in case you want to do some tweaking to the Fung shuei (check spelling. (ok, I'll do it later)). You could look at the paintings, or not. You could look in the mirror, or not. Wouldn't you just love to play with all the knicknacks? Don't touch! (I'm just kidding. Play with the knicknacks.)

The obstacles weren't the obstacles. I mean, they were, or they could be. Depending on how they were arranged. When they're just lying there in your way, they are the obstacles. If you stack them up, they are the stairway to reach the higher knicknacks. If you place them around you, they can make a little fort. Ha! A home in a home. How silly.

But still, this is just one room (your room, maybe?). And, when the myriad things are all stacked and arranged (be they obstacles or stairways, little forts or just about anything!), and the knicknacks have each been enjoyed, what to do? Well, relax. Rooms have doors to other rooms. What's on the other side of this one? Go on ahead, let's take a look.

"He walked in and saw what it was. And, it was what it was."

It was walls.

Walls. Borders. Obstacles.

The walls held paintings, and mirrors and knicknacks. They were the borders. Some solid and unyeilding, some more like a partition, in case you want to do some tweaking to the Fung shuei (check spelling. (ok, I'll do it later)). You could look at the paintings, or not. You could look in the mirror, or not. Wouldn't you just love to play with all the knicknacks? Don't touch! (I'm just kidding. Play with the knicknacks.)

The obstacles weren't the obstacles. I mean, they were, or they could be. Depending on how they were arranged. When they're just lying there in your way, they are the obstacles. If you stack them up, they are the stairway to reach the higher knicknacks. If you place them around you, they can make a little fort. Ha! A home in a home. How silly.

But still, this is just one room (your room, maybe?). And, when the myriad things are all stacked and arranged (be they obstacles or stairways, little forts or just about anything!), and the knicknacks have each been enjoyed, what to do? Well, relax. Rooms have doors to other rooms. What's on the other side of this one? Go on ahead, let's take a look.

"He walked in and saw what it was. And, it was what it was."

It was walls.

Walls. Borders. Obstacles.

The walls held paintings, and mirrors and knicknacks. They were the borders. Some solid and unyeilding, some more like a partition, in case you want to do some tweaking to the Fung shuei (check spelling. (ok, I'll do it later)). You could look at the paintings, or not. You could look in the mirror, or not. Wouldn't you just love to play with all the knicknacks? Don't touch! (I'm just kidding. Play with the knicknacks.)

The obstacles weren't the obstacles. I mean, they were, or they could be. Depending on how they were arranged. When they're just lying there in your way, they are the obstacles. If you stack them up, they are the stairway to reach the higher knicknacks. If you place them around you, they can make a little fort. Ha! A home in a home. How silly.

But still, this is just one room (your room, maybe?). And, when the myriad things are all stacked and arranged (be they obstacles or stairways, little forts or just about anything!), and the knicknacks have each been enjoyed, what to do? Well, relax. Rooms have doors to other rooms. What's on the other side of this one? Go on ahead, let's take a look.
A fisher of men, or a manner of fish?

Freeky

#1
June 01, 2011, 06:58:26 PM
 :aaa:  I don't even know how this is going to settlee, but I like it.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

#2
June 01, 2011, 07:06:21 PM
I like this!
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."

Cuddlefish

#3
June 01, 2011, 07:09:49 PM
Quote from: Your Mom on June 01, 2011, 07:06:21 PM
I like this!

Thank you! It took an absurd amount of time to do on this crappy computer.
A fisher of men, or a manner of fish?

Cuddlefish

#4
June 01, 2011, 07:18:50 PM
For what it's worth, this was inspired by Cram's pamphlet on Fractal Cults. I grabbed a paper copy over the weekend. It's on here somewhere. Perhaps if someone knew where it could be found they could link it?
A fisher of men, or a manner of fish?

Eve

#5
June 01, 2011, 07:21:18 PM
Emotionally crippled narcissist.

Cuddlefish

#6
June 01, 2011, 07:27:14 PM
A fisher of men, or a manner of fish?

Eve

#7
June 01, 2011, 07:52:32 PM
No prob. Also, A+! I really like this.
Emotionally crippled narcissist.
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