THE VELIDICTION OF THE DARK ARTICLE:
A Preface of Profundity and Precision:
The boys were initially saddened by the news that their father had survived the hiest; however, having unsuccessfully invested several thousand dollars of borrowed money to ensure that the resulting explosion would resemble an "accident;" and being, consequently, unable to access the remainder of the funds due six days earlier to their increasingly disgruntled contract killer; who had been ill-prepared, been quickly apprhended, and had both his legs quite meticulously broken during the procedings, due to their conscientious failing to mention the number, and quality, of their father's professional bodyguards; it became increasingly apparent, as they reappraised the situation, from the safety of the wet bar of their chartered shuttle, on its way to the Vatican, from their own private airfield, that the current status, and location, of the stolen artifacts was quickly becoming the least of their problems.
Found Spitting Blood and Bone Fragments:
After contemplating the clear potentiality that I had been double-crossed from the beginning, even before I had agree to take the order in Munich, I fought hard to breathe, while attempting to stay concious, as I lay broken and helpless in the all too uncertain shadows of the fourth level of a Parisian parking garage, I slowly accepted the fact that I would never walk again; not after the song and dance the Archbishop's hired mercenaries had so elegently played upon what little was now left of my kneecaps, in vibrant and resounding symphonies of deafening agony and pain, with the help of six cast iron pry-bars. After several hours of spitting up the clotted blood and vomit, I was able to put most of the fluids to use, loosening the handcuffs just enough to free my hands; although, not without several awkward moments of flailing shattered fingers against a concrete floor, smeared with everything from urine and used condoms to fecal matter and bone fragments, from what I suspect to have originally been my ankles.
In my line of work, you plan ahead, take your chances, and make your move; however, my current circumstances left me recouperating in a body cast and contemplating an early retirement: after a nun, late for a flight to Chicago, had been kind enough to call an ambulance when she had stumbled across my vastly disheveled form, after she had found it lying unconscious in the elevator, where, I am told, I had previously managed to crawl, before my right lung had, quite unceremoniously, collapsed.
The boys were initially saddened by the news that their father had survived the hiest; however, having unsuccessfully invested several thousand dollars of borrowed money to ensure that the resulting explosion would resemble an "accident;" and being, consequently, unable to access the remainder of the funds due six days earlier to their increasingly disgruntled contract killer; who had been ill-prepared, been quickly apprhended, and had both his legs quite meticulously broken during the procedings, due to their conscientious failing to mention the number, and quality, of their father's professional bodyguards; it became increasingly apparent, as they reappraised the situation, from the safety of the wet bar of their chartered shuttle, on its way to the Vatican, from their own private airfield, that the current status, and location, of the stolen artifacts was quickly becoming the least of their problems.
Found Spitting Blood and Bone Fragments:
After contemplating the clear potentiality that I had been double-crossed from the beginning, even before I had agree to take the order in Munich, I fought hard to breathe, while attempting to stay concious, as I lay broken and helpless in the all too uncertain shadows of the fourth level of a Parisian parking garage, I slowly accepted the fact that I would never walk again; not after the song and dance the Archbishop's hired mercenaries had so elegently played upon what little was now left of my kneecaps, in vibrant and resounding symphonies of deafening agony and pain, with the help of six cast iron pry-bars. After several hours of spitting up the clotted blood and vomit, I was able to put most of the fluids to use, loosening the handcuffs just enough to free my hands; although, not without several awkward moments of flailing shattered fingers against a concrete floor, smeared with everything from urine and used condoms to fecal matter and bone fragments, from what I suspect to have originally been my ankles.
In my line of work, you plan ahead, take your chances, and make your move; however, my current circumstances left me recouperating in a body cast and contemplating an early retirement: after a nun, late for a flight to Chicago, had been kind enough to call an ambulance when she had stumbled across my vastly disheveled form, after she had found it lying unconscious in the elevator, where, I am told, I had previously managed to crawl, before my right lung had, quite unceremoniously, collapsed.
posted by Valhenstrogg | Saturday, February 11, 2006
1 Comments:
While primarily envisoned as an ever-expansive action-adventure serial, rife with political intrigue and religious speculation, this frightfully dejected piece was unfortunately soon resigned to swift oblivion, as my good intentions for the continued nourishment of this spectacular brain-child were quickly dashed, once my meagre intrests waned; and what was to have been among the foremost of my achievements, passed quiety from view.
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