Really liked this, Richard -- follows on nicely from your two previous
snapshots. The makings of a really interesting sequence here.
Robin
----- Original Message -----
From: "Richard Dillon" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Tuesday, August 28, 2001 7:24 AM
Subject: Re: Snapshots #3
> You tipped your dish to receive deeper signals from a unseen source,
> or so it seemed. The Dark was ascending. Little did we know that
> this was your last moment of overt public power. Just at the height
> of your presence here on earth the weakening commenced. First a
> frieze of tan tatoos appeared atop your bald pate. Would it rather
> have been the vermillion of endless lifefire that had manifested.
> Not this. Not this mousey brown curling inward that hasn't stopped
> in the hours now days that followed your final moment of greatness.
> Tank shaped scavengers commenced their feeding at your roots, nasty
> brutes, too. As you curl and brown out you seem to be turning into
> the loam itself. We would have preferred that you remain formidable
> and potent casting fierce shadow. We would have preferred that you
> change the world around you. Short of this an explosion from within
> and then an explosion up top with the whole fearsome shape launched
> over the planet come crashing down in one fantastic blasted finale,
> with many fleeing, running for their lives. This would have been
> better than what you leave us with: A falling downward inward into
> being eaten by mediocre terrible monsters. Not this, some other
> fate, one worthy of the esteemed account, "Hallucination."
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