George M. Middius wrote:
Brother Horace the Numblingly Dreary whined:

They think of their systems as sound creators, or at
least modifiers, rather than as sound reproducers.

What's it like in that flattened little world you've constructed, Clerkie?
Does your hungry cat sometimes loom over you, snarling and spitting, while
you gut a fish for its satiation? Does the cleaning lady appear out of
nowhere, threatening to suck you into the void with her fearsome Hoover? Do
the clamorous jet planes send their thunderous reports directly into your
brain, despite your precautions of lining the walls with wood-toned plastic?

One can only imagine the emptiness of your life that impels you to imagine
the thoughts of people you've never met and cannot even name.




--
A day without Krooger is like a day without arsenic.

In all fairness I do have to admit that it took me a few days to
respond to Howard. It takes forever for me to get through his dreary,
dirgelike prose.

Boon