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Gryphon
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Jan-16-07, 03:17 PM (EDT) |
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"The dangers of a cross-referential imagination:"
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I was slumped on a rock in Gorgoroth, feeling dangerously out of phase with my surroundings. Something ugly was about to happen. I was sure of it. The cave looked like the site of some disastrous zoological experiment involving whiskey and giant spiders. My gardener was sprawled nearby, utterly insensate, surrounded by torn leaves and fragments of lembas bread. Our attorney was kneeling stark naked in the corner, vomiting into Sam's pack, thinking he was actually outside. "Ach. It's this damned mescaline," he guttered, wobbling unsteadily toward me. "Why does they have to makes it so pure, precious?" I grunted and threw a rock at my gardener. "Get up, you pig!" I yelled. "We have to get moving!" "We should leaves him here," our attorney said. "Nasty fat 'obbit, he only slows us down." "We can't do that!" I protested. "Without him, who's going to carry the stash?" "He'll get us arrested, he will, gollum," our attorney said. "Any more talk like that and I'll put the fucking leeches on you," I said. - Excerpt from Fear and Loathing in Mordor: A Savage Journey to the Dark Heart of Middle-earth |
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Gryphon
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Jan-17-07, 02:22 PM (EDT) |
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6. "RE: The dangers of a cross-referential imagination:"
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>... That is the most sublimely bizarre thing I have ever seen you >write.And the funny thing is, I was pressed for time, so I had to leave out the paragraph about how Sam spent the entire hike through the Emyn Muil muttering in lurid detail about things he'd like to do with that 30 feet of elven rope and the person who gave it to him, given his 'druthers and a couple of hours, forcing Frodo to take refuge in the ether. "There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a hobbit in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the edge of the Dead Marshes. We had sampled almost everything else, and now - yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next dozen miles in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor." --G. "Gandalf Grey Almighty, where'd you get that pigfucker?" "The elves gave it to me. I needed something to cut the limes." "Limes? What limes?" "They didn't have any. They don't grow in Lothlórien." -><- Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Admin Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/
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jadmire
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Jan-16-07, 05:22 PM (EDT) |
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2. "RE: The dangers of a cross-referential imagination:"
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Leeches....? OK, no, I don't want to know. Weird, man. Just plain weird. But, in its creepy way, funny. -Joe- |
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BlackAeronaut
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Jan-17-07, 08:14 AM (EDT) |
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4. "RE: The dangers of a cross-referential imagination:"
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..... You know, I've said it before, but I'll say it again anyways. I really need to read that book. And I don't mean the Tolkien. Black Aeronaut Technologies Creative aerospace solutions for the discerning spacer "To the commissary we should go," Yoda declared firmly. "News of this kind a danish requires." |
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McFortner
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Jan-19-07, 06:00 PM (EDT) |
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13. "RE: The dangers of a cross-referential imagination:"
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Ok, I'm home now. I'm tired, but ok. No problems this time, just one stint needed. Last month, they did the first stint and had a collapse of the artery below it and had to have two more put in, which is why they waited on this one for a month. I'm just sore since he put in stitches too on the artery. The only problem was I was too tired to finish the book. I kept falling asleep during it! I'll try to finish it the next few days. For some reason, it got it's hooks into me and is refusing to let go. Michael
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Michael C. Fortner RCW #2n+1 "I smoke in moderation. Only one cigar at a time." -- Mark Twain
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