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By CC Riebeeck
#685064
The Art of Quarkness or, He Was Very Anxious For Me to Kill Somebody

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"the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide
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only the gloom to the west, brooding over the upper reaches, became more sombre every minute, as if angered by the approach of the sun
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to him the meaning of an episode was not inside like a kernel but outside, he has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible

it was just as though I had been let into some conspiracy— I don’t know—something not quite right
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for a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts
there was a touch of insanity in the proceeding, a sense of lugubrious drollery

these moribund shapes were free as air—and nearly as thin
it echoed loudly within him because they were hollow at the core....
CREW

the smell of mud, of primeval mud, by Jove! was in my nostrils, the high stillness of primeval forest was before my eyes; there were shiny patches on the black creek
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but in the great de-moralization of the land he kept up his appearance
an hour afterwards I came upon the whole concern wrecked in a bush—man, hammock, groans, blankets, horrors
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he is an emissary of pity and science and progress, and devil knows what else, he was very anxious for me to kill somebody
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I did not see the man in the name any more than you do. do you see him? Do you see the story? Do you see anything?
‘... no, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. it is impossible. we live, as we dream—alone. …’
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‘after all,’ said the boiler-maker in a reasonable tone, ‘why shouldn’t we get the rivets?’
rivets. to get on with the work—to stop the hole
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its title was, AN INQUIRY INTO SOME POINTS OF SEAMANSHIP
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i don’t know why we behaved like lunatics. i put my finger to the side of my nose and nodded mysteriously
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we were cut off from the comprehension of our surroundings
wondering and secretly appalled, as sane men would be before an enthusiastic outbreak in a madhouse
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i tried to break the spell—the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness— that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions
i lived in an infernal mess of rust, nuts, bolts, spanners, hammers, ratchet-drills
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i remained to dream the nightmare out to the end

barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth glowed sombre under an overcast sky
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unexpected, wild, and violent as they had been, they had given me an irresistible impression of sorrow
they trespassed upon my thoughts they were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretence,
i had no particular desire to enighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces so full of stupid importance

and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced"
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Stole the "cc" moniker as it wasn't in use really and thought it suitable.

You're either too young or too old for "kettles;" the young don't care and the old don't want reminders, so fuck it.

Pie, nope don't care for it to be honest, although my MIL does a respectable peach pie. It's "pie" of another variety all together that gets me every time.

Misspelling words as some indicator of cleverness won't do either.

I tie flies, average-like.

Guys who begin with, "a fellow Drakian (and friend of mine) said I should throw up an intro," should also, like, just not bother.

IPA sucks; more hops don't make it better so fucking stop it.

Trout tossers ought to fuck off and continue doing so.

Page 5 heroes should keep their own counsel about strong language (glass houses dick), and spare us from whining about loneliness. Nobody cares and nobody left you the keys BTW.

Oh, and as for tits; tits are for kids silly fucking rabbit.

So I'm in right?


Last edited by CC Riebeeck on Wed Mar 14, 2018 6:26 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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By Spicytuna
#685065
What just happened?

Is this like Phil Collins, "In the Air tonight"?

...I get it now, its a Nigerian Buyback!
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By Da Ax
#685068
I'd like to tell you I care, but I just can't....next.
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By yard4sale
#685070
Which one of you fuckers slipped some acid into my coffee?
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By Average Joe
#685071
CC Riebeeck wrote: Thu Feb 15, 2018 12:52 pm
The Art of Quarkeness or, He Was Very Anxious For Me to Kill Somebody

____________________________________________________________

the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide
waterSFIN.jpg
only the gloom to the west, brooding over the upper reaches, became more sombre every minute, as if angered by the approach of the sun
eclSM.jpg
to him the meaning of an episode was not inside like a kernel but outside, he has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible

it was just as though I had been let into some conspiracy— I don’t know—something not quite right
museumFIN.jpg
for a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts
there was a touch of insanity in the proceeding, a sense of lugubrious drollery

these moribund shapes were free as air—and nearly as thin
it echoed loudly within him because they were hollow at the core....
CREW

the smell of mud, of primeval mud, by Jove! was in my nostrils, the high stillness of primeval forest was before my eyes; there were shiny patches on the black creek
mudFIN.jpg

but in the great de-moralization of the land he kept up his appearance
an hour afterwards I came upon the whole concern wrecked in a bush—man, hammock, groans, blankets, horrors
bird1reduxFIN.jpg

he is an emissary of pity and science and progress, and devil knows what else, he was very anxious for me to kill somebody
drownFIN.jpg

I did not see the man in the name any more than you do. do you see him? Do you see the story? Do you see anything?
‘... no, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. it is impossible. we live, as we dream—alone. …’
leafFIN.jpg

‘after all,’ said the boiler-maker in a reasonable tone, ‘why shouldn’t we get the rivets?’
rivets. to get on with the work—to stop the hole
spikeFIN.jpg

its title was, AN INQUIRY INTO SOME POINTS OF SEAMANSHIP
boatFIN.jpg


i don’t know why we behaved like lunatics. i put my finger to the side of my nose and nodded mysteriously
cltFIN.jpg
we were cut off from the comprehension of our surroundings
wondering and secretly appalled, as sane men would be before an enthusiastic outbreak in a madhouse
booFIN.jpg

i tried to break the spell—the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness— that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions
i lived in an infernal mess of rust, nuts, bolts, spanners, hammers, ratchet-drills
lineFIN.jpg
i remained to dream the nightmare out to the end

barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth glowed sombre under an overcast sky
riverFIN.jpg

unexpected, wild, and violent as they had been, they had given me an irresistible impression of sorrow
they trespassed upon my thoughts they were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretence,
i had no particular desire to enighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces so full of stupid importance

and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced
lastswingwaterSMFIN.jpg

_____________________________________________________________________________

Stole the "cc" moniker as it wasn't in use really and thought it suitable.

You're either too young or too old for "kettles;" the young don't care and the old don't want reminders, so fuck it.

Pie, nope don't care for it to be honest, although my MIL does a respectable peach pie. It's "pie" of another variety all together that gets me every time.

Misspelling words as some indicator of cleverness won't do either.

I tie flies, average-like.

Guys who begin with, "a fellow Drakian (and friend of mine) said I should throw up an intro," should also, like, just not bother.

IPA sucks; more hops don't make it better so fucking stop it.

Trout tossers ought to fuck off and continue doing so.

Page 5 heroes should keep their own counsel about strong language (glass houses dick), and spare us from whining about loneliness. Nobody cares and nobody left you the keys BTW.

Oh, and as for tits; tits are for kids silly fucking rabbit.

So I'm in right?


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By Redchaser
#685078
Nice post processing, now make with the fish, pie and tits or gdiaf
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By D-nymph
#685080
Heero is going to be really scared.

Everything will be OK, Heero, it's just an internetter
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By yard4sale
#685082
I'll be honest. I liked it a lot better than most of the cut-n-paste intros we've been getting lately. I'll take originality over 14 pictures of 12" trouts, requisite watch/DSFK/pie/whatevers(except my campfire pics, we need those) and googled tits. And I didn't even understand it....
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By The Wandering Blues
#685088
You don’t like troots and bitter beers... Two strikes. But the line about kettles? Profound and poignant. Far as I’m concerned, stick around. But, I’ll get my own beer.
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