The union of man and woman, that holy trinity (minus the third), is most sacred. Though the union is holy, the unionees are often unholy--tainted halos on their fingers, and all. The man in question (despite the absence of questions) is a lover of beer and all its evils (to his credit, a debonair connoisseur of Anglo-French diction, though). When a bottle of beer appears before him, the urge to beat a (BAN ME PLEASE) or someone of different ethnicity than him (read: anyone not a WASP) follows (in the name of Alpha Phi Alpha!). When in him--ingested orally (like.. a (BAN ME PLEASE)?)--the urge manifests and becomes the action. The woman is of a sicker breed--that obnoxious Plath-obsessed mold. When culled to her base (as one would do with a lump--breast cancerous--of clay), a ghoul is revealed, or better yet, exposed. Spewing feminist, man-hate jargon (damn hippy socialists) and taunting poor Teddy (
) during his readings, these women do not operate under reason, but the need to destroy. Take the aforementioned Teddy (bear): he lived a life of fear, a life where every fembot had a target on his back and a knife to stab with. The poor man's reputation decayed, until he had no friends, but just a few acquaintances. His tombstone read, "Teddy: he was a decent guy, but he owed me $20." Her husband to-be is in for one hell of a ride (less like The Hulk, but more like crappy Tea Cups). Perhaps this holy union ain't so holy and never was and never will be (even in an alternate universe).
THE END
I'm not an internet forum dweller, but I do have strange Pokemon binge periods, so I've visited this site before, subsequently lurking non-Stark Mountian domains such as Firebot and Congress. A lot of you seem brighter than the typical person who roams the net, so discussing prose style didn't seem totally inappropriate (some poetry forum probably would be better, though. I should join a club or something).
If you're wondering if there is any real coherency to my "story", there isn't. Not to say there is no rationality (non-traditional rationale, of course) behind the prose, but it is... abstract, at best (or fancy, meaningless shit, if you prefer dyphemisms). Nonetheless, I find it sounds pleasant. Even if you think what I wrote is tripe, I'm sure you've found a certain sentence or phrase sound pleasing in your life, whilst reading. What makes sentences sound good? Metric? BIG words? The wit of the sentence (puns, and such)? Perhaps there is a certain mystery to diction and syntax? Perhaps a fancy prose style is similar to abstract visual arts--an experience.
So... discuss. Why does written shit sound good (when done well)? Have you ever felt that something was just worded nicely, but you can't seem to figure out why? Etc,... Also, tell me what you think of what I wrote (it was done rather quickly--that will be my excuse if you find it sucky).
Cheers,
Pretentious English major, but not really--not really an English major, that is.
) during his readings, these women do not operate under reason, but the need to destroy. Take the aforementioned Teddy (bear): he lived a life of fear, a life where every fembot had a target on his back and a knife to stab with. The poor man's reputation decayed, until he had no friends, but just a few acquaintances. His tombstone read, "Teddy: he was a decent guy, but he owed me $20." Her husband to-be is in for one hell of a ride (less like The Hulk, but more like crappy Tea Cups). Perhaps this holy union ain't so holy and never was and never will be (even in an alternate universe).THE END
I'm not an internet forum dweller, but I do have strange Pokemon binge periods, so I've visited this site before, subsequently lurking non-Stark Mountian domains such as Firebot and Congress. A lot of you seem brighter than the typical person who roams the net, so discussing prose style didn't seem totally inappropriate (some poetry forum probably would be better, though. I should join a club or something).
If you're wondering if there is any real coherency to my "story", there isn't. Not to say there is no rationality (non-traditional rationale, of course) behind the prose, but it is... abstract, at best (or fancy, meaningless shit, if you prefer dyphemisms). Nonetheless, I find it sounds pleasant. Even if you think what I wrote is tripe, I'm sure you've found a certain sentence or phrase sound pleasing in your life, whilst reading. What makes sentences sound good? Metric? BIG words? The wit of the sentence (puns, and such)? Perhaps there is a certain mystery to diction and syntax? Perhaps a fancy prose style is similar to abstract visual arts--an experience.
So... discuss. Why does written shit sound good (when done well)? Have you ever felt that something was just worded nicely, but you can't seem to figure out why? Etc,... Also, tell me what you think of what I wrote (it was done rather quickly--that will be my excuse if you find it sucky).
Cheers,
Pretentious English major, but not really--not really an English major, that is.
