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Liar.

There was a rock, and the rock said, "Go away, I'm a rock," and the boulder next to it simply sat, still and solid, awaiting for the day it would crush the rock.

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(Anonymous)
Jan. 15th, 2003 03:19 pm (UTC)
what??
(Anonymous)
Jan. 15th, 2003 03:29 pm (UTC)
I have improved "the Liar"
There was a rock, and the rock said, "Go away, I'm a rock," and the boulder next to it simply sat, still and solid, awaiting for the day it would crush the rock.

Suddenly a man (in a tan, angola trenchcoat with a remarkably modern cut) burst through the door holding a gun so shiny and black it looked hungry for life.

At the intrusion of this man of clear ill intent all the response that the short and portly Mrs Weatherbee could muster was an outburst of outrageous laughter!
'Surely', said she between guffaws and gasps for air, 'Any fool would know that one doesn't carry black accessories with a tan outfit!'

Even the normally chiselled and stone silent Marlow had to smile and admit 'Goodness man! You could at least be carrying something with a faux wooden grip!'
(Anonymous)
Jan. 15th, 2003 05:44 pm (UTC)
Re: I have improved "the Liar"
And the rock said, "The real problem is that no one ever says, 'Suddenly a rock came into the room waving around a gun, which was rather odd because the rock didn't actually have hands, but this point was largely overlooked in the overall strangeness of a rock moving without the aid of an earthquake or other natural disaster."

And the boulder sat there, while beside it portly Mrs. Weatherbee laughed and laughed, content in the knowledge that she weighed rather less than the boulder, if rather more than the conscience of one small dog who does not really come into this story at all, except to remind us that this story does have a Moral Element. That was it.

And the rock dreamed of guns, while beside it, the boulder sat, ready.

(Anonymous)
Jan. 15th, 2003 05:51 pm (UTC)
Extreme Liar
There was a reply to the reply, and the poster hit POST COMMENT, and the LiveJournal Autobot said that the poster had not entered in a Username and Password, although the poster was in fact logged in to LiveJournal, so this was a lie, and the reply vanished into the infinity of lost words.

Then there was another reply to the reply, and this time, the poster hit Anonymous, feeling rather awkward, since in fact this was not an anonymous reply, and this time, LiveJournal said, "Success. Your comment has been posted. You can view it here."

And this, too, was a lie.

And the posts of the lies were only made because the poster was anxiously awaiting dinner, using anxious in the correct sense of the word, because the poster is not a very good cook. And that is the truth.

(Anonymous)
Jan. 15th, 2003 05:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Extreme Liar
Ok. I now officially hate Lj.

Off to dinner.

benpeek
Jan. 15th, 2003 06:45 pm (UTC)
well.

this is all getting strange. cool.

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