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paradisa2013-04-13 06:42 pm
whichwayyoulean) wrote in paradisa2013-04-13 06:42 pm
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Twenty Five Truffula Trees
[Well, at least the Once-ler doesn't sound panicked as he finds his journal today. He does, however, leave a big black smear of something that looks like what would be the result of tar and oil having a horrendous pollution-filled love child. Better not touch that. Side effects include extra eyes, webbed appendages and minor cases of glowing. Still, the Once-ler is not panicking, he KNOWS what this gunk is and he has dealt with it many times before. He has a very sympathetic tone as he speaks into the journal...if 'sympathetic' is another term for 'patronising']
Wow, gosh, it sure must be so upsetting for everyone here to have whatever they regret or are ashamed of the most hounding them every waking moment of their lives. To never be free, even for a second of the terrible knowledge of what they've done wrong. Not a moment's reprieve to forget it and enjoy their lives for the briefest of moments. Man, I can't imagine what that must be like.
[One of his little unless-es starts scrawling itself across the page, almost as if on cue]
Oh wait. Yes, yes I actually can imagine that. [Yup, any fake sympathy is gone] When its your permanent loss, you know, something that's with you permanently, then try complaining. I might actually start to care.
[Once-ler that's kind of what the unless thing is all about, you know CARING. There's another SPLOT of schlopity slop on the page]
Ugh. Thanks for the double dose of regret, castle. I'm just going to go sit in my shower and drink soup through a straw until all this is over.
Wow, gosh, it sure must be so upsetting for everyone here to have whatever they regret or are ashamed of the most hounding them every waking moment of their lives. To never be free, even for a second of the terrible knowledge of what they've done wrong. Not a moment's reprieve to forget it and enjoy their lives for the briefest of moments. Man, I can't imagine what that must be like.
[One of his little unless-es starts scrawling itself across the page, almost as if on cue]
Oh wait. Yes, yes I actually can imagine that. [Yup, any fake sympathy is gone] When its your permanent loss, you know, something that's with you permanently, then try complaining. I might actually start to care.
[Once-ler that's kind of what the unless thing is all about, you know CARING. There's another SPLOT of schlopity slop on the page]
Ugh. Thanks for the double dose of regret, castle. I'm just going to go sit in my shower and drink soup through a straw until all this is over.