While concision is your chief aim, it seems, apropos the imaginary night club in the back of your mind, long form brings out the finer grain, the deeper knead, the fluffier ho-ho rise of your work.
Don't be telling me how kind I can be, you ruthless defiler of constabulary. But if you really can't take a compliment, here's this: it's funnier listening to you blather on for no apparent reason than watching you sling zingers as if they, or you, or anything, r funny. It's not like we laff at you or with you, but despite you.
Or, quite possibly but hardly demonstrated, u just might be a comedic literary genius. You almost certainly are, but who am I to deny you your plausible deniability?
I have, however, tapped your Essential Secret: never let the reader know what your premise is, just act busy like there is one. One is bound to show up sooner or later. THAT (seriousness alert) is gold to me. I dun larned sumpin.
I like/don’t like compliments and I have plaudible deniability to prove it. As for where I’m going with all this, thank God [or similar] there’s nowhere to go. [looks around] [still here]
Kangaroos built those structures.
Let’s keep that to ourselves. It does explain many of the very high doorways.
[visuals are kangaroos kicking arches out of, or in to, a wall of brick-colored rock]
Oh man, the laughs!!
While concision is your chief aim, it seems, apropos the imaginary night club in the back of your mind, long form brings out the finer grain, the deeper knead, the fluffier ho-ho rise of your work.
too kind, bosco, too kind
the deeper knead indeed
Don't be telling me how kind I can be, you ruthless defiler of constabulary. But if you really can't take a compliment, here's this: it's funnier listening to you blather on for no apparent reason than watching you sling zingers as if they, or you, or anything, r funny. It's not like we laff at you or with you, but despite you.
Or, quite possibly but hardly demonstrated, u just might be a comedic literary genius. You almost certainly are, but who am I to deny you your plausible deniability?
I have, however, tapped your Essential Secret: never let the reader know what your premise is, just act busy like there is one. One is bound to show up sooner or later. THAT (seriousness alert) is gold to me. I dun larned sumpin.
I like/don’t like compliments and I have plaudible deniability to prove it. As for where I’m going with all this, thank God [or similar] there’s nowhere to go. [looks around] [still here]
In younger days, I invented a character called Formica Bill the Lone Floor Tile Salesman. I think you found him.