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wk01.5
Date: 2017/07/31 14:40 By: tqr Status: Admin  
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[The Rorschalk got Boligard on the horn about his political ambitions insofar as his taking over the leadership of TQR. All things must pass. The Rorschalk has been given plenty of chances to cash in on the utility of TQR, leading to a net loss for the operation since 2004 thus far. But, diddly dee, do you actually think he's going to fire himself? Who watches the watcher? Is it still good to be king? Even in the cover of the guillotine's shadow? Driven by this cause, the Rorschalk sojourns to the floor to entertain an audience with the dirty suit with the humongous ash tray...]

Boligard, let us not mince words, although mincemeat is quite delicious ... what is the meaning of this coup? What is the bottom line? Is TQR going to remain Total Quality Reading even when it is Twisted Qualitative Review? Again, I ask you! Speak!

[The Rorschalk prostrates himself before the bitter scribe distended and translated through the triple fractal diminution of the three-sided ash tray's triple-thick glass. Then, sensing something is askance, he glances behind him, turning his head nearly all the way half like a telegraphing owl and sez...]

Where the fuck's Dep?

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Re:wk01.5
Date: 2017/08/05 19:29 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey, his suit cleaned and steamed, all points sharp, shoes shined, leans against the wardrobe which happens to hold up the wall of the Floor directly behind DeP's desk, and he looks about the place, pulling a pack of pall malls from the insides of his suit coat]

yeah, right. she is the fuck not here. weird.

[doomey walks over to his cherrywood. Carol is like dead asleep all over the desktop]

she had a long night talking with the dead, Carol did. poor waif.

[doomey moves in and grabs a cap from under her drooling mouth. he raises it up and gives it a once over. (goodness, i do love how a "once over" is so understood) doomey widens his stance beside the cherrywood, he shifts his weight from heel to heel, gazing at the cap]

oh, right. i examined this yesterday. and then i examined it last night. i examined it this morning, as if i've else to fucking do. and then i examined it right before the lights came up up on this wack scene.

[doomey pulls the Bose remote from inside his suit coat. he thumbs in the 44's Lady Luck, and he steps across the glass tiles. he does an arm pull and shuck, and stomps and shuffles. he gets a little winded, and he leans back against the old wardrobe]

people! if you know a robin usher, unfriend him on Facebook and all other media bullshit, don't meet for coffee with the motherfucker, don't do movie night or any of that shit.

[he breathes, winded as he is. he licks his lips and taps a pall mall from the pack in his hand. he fingers the tube of joy to his lips, and it hangs there]

somethin's wrong with robin usher, people.

[doomey slams his back against the wardrobe. he takes out a swan vesta and thumb nails it to flame. he unites the tip of the swan vesta with the pall mall tip. sweet smoke is born. doomey sucks in some smoke, fills his lungs]

we, and by we i mean TQR, won't put that crazed warble in our zine. we won't. but, and by but i mean but, we shouldn't stop here. simply turning our stupid TQR head to this crafter's pudding head, no. me thinks...

[doomey pulls out his Iphone]

we. should call. someone.

[doomey taps on his phone screen]

but...

[doomey thumbs his phone dead. he shoves it inside his coat]

i actually don't have a number for that. Jesus?

[doomey lowers his head, breathes. he gazes over at Carol. she's still laid out atop the cherrywood, breathing deep sleep breaths. doomey looks up to the camera that noone else can see. his eyebrows raise]

usher's The Put 'Em Ons is Portholed, folks.

[doomey takes the cap and shreads it and tosses it up to rafters, and the shreaded stuff goes upward like some musical stomping upstage, twisting and clasping hands, twirling and shaking that ass, and gone]
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Re:wk01.5
Date: 2017/08/08 19:48 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey shakes out a smoke, swan vestas the tip, sucks in some sweet smoke, and he paces the glass tiles, lighting up green, red, white, blue... he looks over at Carol, he looks at the cherrywood's desktop. he nods his head and continues pacing]

we've a slight backlog, folks.

[he glances up at the camera that only he can see, and he pauses his pacing, smiles]

we will dig into these submissions, sisters. truth.

[he goes back to pacing, lighting his boots and underchin different colors. he clasps his hands behind his back]

usher's got me slightly worried. thinking he might come and cut open my throat. shit.

[he sucks deep on the pall mall. he exhales. he walks up to the cherrywood, gazes down on the desktop. his brow furrows. he sucks in some more smoke. he extends his cigarette hand and points at the desktop]

um, Carol, those pages aren't capital. what is that? are you looking at maps?
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Re:wk01.5
Date: 2017/08/08 20:02 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus opens the cleaning closet door and walks out. He's wearing fishing waders complete with suspenders, and he has on Lester Bang's Last Of The White Niggers t-shirt (how in the hell did he find that t-shirt, must be worth a lot of money, thousands!), a nearly smoked cigar viced in his teeth. He wanders over to the cherrywood. He gazes upon the maps Carol has laid out before her]

Looks like maps.

[He nods, sucks smoke from the cigar, blows it out over the scene]

Worlds, cousins.
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Re:wk01.5
Date: 2017/08/11 16:53 By: deplancher Status: Admin  
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[DeP raises her head slowly. She is slow like a turtle crossing a gravel road. Oh. Ouch. That stuff's so hard on the little turtle feet. She has fallen so far into the Tao. Almost invisible, like a fleck of black dust on a black velvet cloak she is...even her mouth is invisible. Well, mostly. It would be invisible if not for her addiction to Burt's Bees products. Mmmmm. Smack shine. But, yeah. She is fallen through the depths. Burnt like a used up wiener stick after the fire and it's all dark even when the shines of sun Ray rise just after 2:00 a.m.. Bread and water. Bums and dirty toes. Sometimes she can still spell mudra but she is crawling. Definitely on the down low. Tom Waits whispered about it and maybe she took it too seriously. Hum that now...I'm on the daaaarhk side of the road... ]

Master Zhi says my presence has been too big. I'm getting smaller by the day.

I still don't believe in the End of the World. Maybe that's a crime now? I forget. Doomey. Jesusland? Er...Jesus? Ted? Roxyman? Carol maybe...or one of those two dogs tied up perpetually at the bike lock...does anyone have a copy of the Criminal Code?

Things we ought to memorize. Not just Yeats or Lorca. Even Poe. We must get to know the Code.

DeP
A Bluelight Dancer/Not a Pocketbook Romancer
of The Floor
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Re:wk01.5
Date: 2017/08/11 19:56 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey struts over to DeP's desk]

christsake, i thought you were missing. so happy you're here, and up, and talking mystical crap. love love love it, girl.

[he leans his hip against her desk, crosses his ankles, taps out a pall mall, swan vestas its tip, sucks in some sweet smoke. he exhales]

DeP, i'm no good when you're gone.

[he gazes at the rotating mirrorball]

i examined blake walker's battle damage. it did not stir my guts. it did not tingle my arm hairs. so it's gone Portholed, cousins. but i also examined leahy's jet black, and that cap snuggled up close to the monkey, cuddled. we liked the idea of the power of water, slabs of it, but the skill of the VC might cut this victory short. i love eggs, the Terminali love chickens.

[doomey balls up one capital and tosses it up into the orbit of the mirrorball. he grabs up the other capital and swan vestas it, laying it on the cherrywood desktop to burn, curl, shrink. he watches it burn. Carol sheilds her face with a gloved hand. The bonfire dies, and Carol taps her fingertips at certain spots on the map laid before her]

i see you tappin'.

[doomey smiles]
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Re:wk01.5
Date: 2017/08/11 21:15 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus stands beside Carol, watching her tap the map]

Dog.

[Jesus sucks some sweet smoke from the Java, blows it out over the scene]

She's mapping the fires in Canada and Montana and California. I think she's telling us we should go on a vacation. Hm. Thinking I might concur, cousin.
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Re:wk01.5
Date: 2017/08/12 18:04 By: deplancher Status: Admin  
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[DeP's pouring dirt on the flames that have spontaneously ignited in the corner pot holding a plastic palm tree. Her sleeves are on fire but she doesn't appear concerned.]

Aww, Doomey. You know I'm always here even when I hang from the ceiling and hide like a bat. You're my hero...or hey! Slosh a little water on this mess, can you? We don't want things to get out of hand.

Smoke kills and all that. Yeah.

DeP
A Bluelight Dancer/Not a Pocketbook Romancer
of The Floor
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