Augury
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| (smoking a cigarette that is thin, in the european style, unlit)''Borges'': "Well, you could, to be sure, chase the whole issue back to free will and what not, but don't you think that's a rather pedestrian attempt to camouflage the obvious religious symbology behind such universal occurrences?" | (smoking a cigarette that is thin, in the european style, unlit)''Borges'': "Well, you could, to be sure, chase the whole issue back to free will and what not, but don't you think that's a rather pedestrian attempt to camouflage the obvious religious symbology behind such universal occurrences?" | ||
| - | (still attached to his dumforqu, it's mechanical carapace causing a slight discomforted, easily shrugged) ''Dacusse'': "Umm, sure. How's about another round? Can you spot me one more? Ahh, I seem to be low on cigs...." | + | (still attached to his dumforqu, it's mechanical carapace causing slight discomfort, easily shrugged) ''Dacusse'': "Umm, sure. How's about another round? Can you spot me one more? Ahh, I seem to be low on cigs...." |
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| + | "I'm made of fire." screeches the ballooning tremor of the Nigerian taxi driver, his head, his race, his intention, bald. | ||
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| + | Blinking, Dacusse: "Is that some kind of hallucination?" | ||
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| + | Lucretia, lifted inches from the pavement, eyes the size of Jefferson's Dimes | ||
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| + | <small>You ditch me? What are you doing that tub shit gets annoying -- Johanna.</small> | ||
| == See Also == | == See Also == | ||
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augury n 1. The art or practice of predicting the future; divination. 2. An attempt to solidify vapor. 3. The movement of chance, particularized in advance by poets, seers or persons otherwise in the know.
ExtrapolationScene: Lucretia Borges (that infamous clamper and founder of The 3rd A) and Alexandre Dacusse (looking about impatiently) -- both bellied up at local Bronx watering hole. Camera holds on the street corner, momentarily bare, a pleadingly flat shot. Eventually, a figure emerges, then two. They appear to speak. (smoking a cigarette that is thin, in the european style, unlit)Borges: "Well, you could, to be sure, chase the whole issue back to free will and what not, but don't you think that's a rather pedestrian attempt to camouflage the obvious religious symbology behind such universal occurrences?" (still attached to his dumforqu, it's mechanical carapace causing slight discomfort, easily shrugged) Dacusse: "Umm, sure. How's about another round? Can you spot me one more? Ahh, I seem to be low on cigs...." "I'm made of fire." screeches the ballooning tremor of the Nigerian taxi driver, his head, his race, his intention, bald. Blinking, Dacusse: "Is that some kind of hallucination?" Lucretia, lifted inches from the pavement, eyes the size of Jefferson's Dimes You ditch me? What are you doing that tub shit gets annoying -- Johanna. See Also |
Desiderata
The ancient Mayans based battle plans on the placement of seeds inside ritually sacrificed melons. Good luck!
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