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Originally Posted by vivaldirules
If My mind was reeling [it would always be reeling in my novels - there is no other state of mind]. Horses clopped down the cobblestone streets and I realized that the senselessness of the sounds they made as they carried their passengers to the court were comparable to the asthmatic coughs of an elderly man with advanced pnumonia - utterly pointless [so is this sentence]. The wallpaper was fuscia - God, the pain of it! [yes, it resembles the pain of reading this post] The hours I spent in misery raking over mounds of papers with Times New Roman and Arial fonts is only nearly as painful [huh?]...... . |
...... But lo! My muse awakes and inspires me to use the mounds of paper and a roll of duct tape to cover the fuschia walls. Heedless of my rental deposit agreement and landlord, I began toiling to cover the offending walls, toiling and taping, perspiring and papering. At last my muse releases me and I gaze in wonder at my new black and white walls, black printing blurring from a distance into a smudgy pattern that was simple yet pleasing to the eye.
Tis then I chanced to glance into the hallway, and again my mind reeled and raled against the fuschia wallpaper. All of one's soul was reviled and melancholy ensued. "By gawd's bladder, I have it!", I exclaimed to myself, "I can print more papers and tape them onto the hallway walls, in much the same manner that I covered the bedroom walls." And thus it was made so.
Whereupon, I remembered the mauve walls in the middle bedroom. Not wishing to be caught undecorated, I knew.......
(Didja ever notice that once you remodel a room, the whole rest of the house looks shabby and you have to remodle them as well?)