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Gloom rocks back and forth in that old rickety chair, Weaving a noose in her lap when Perfection draws near Singing a song of cheer. "Hello, Gloom!" he greets. "Hello, Perfection." Gloom greets. "What may I do for you today?" "No, Gloom." Says Perfection, "What may I do for you today?" Gloom sighs. "Well, Your fingers will do well to weave this noose for me, Won't they?" "Aye! They will! They will knot a noose so fine and well It will be the finest noose ever woven!" "Well, yes, I suppose so. Here, the noose. Have a seat, While I go to snooze." And upon getting the noose, Perfection weaved... And weaved... And weaved... "Curse it! No good!" I must unravel this!" And unravel this, he did. And his fingers went to work a while. "Ahhh...look! A piece of fiber! If not perfect, I will be seen a fibber! I'll weave this again!" "And again!" "And again!" "Oh, no! Not quite yet. Argh! my brow has broken a sweat!" Time and time I have spent! Why will this noose not be perfect?" "Oh, Gloom... Her work imperfect be And now mine alike. Oh no... I cry. I cry. I'll tie this noose and die!"
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Perfect's Noose.
Gloom rocks back and forth in that old rickety chair, Weaving a noose in her lap when Perfection draws near Singing a song of cheer. "Hello, Gloom!" he greets. "Hello, Perfection." Gloom greets. "What may I do for you today?" "No, Gloom." Says Perfection, "What may I do for you today?" Gloom sighs. "Well, Your fingers will do well to weave this noose for me, Won't they?" "Aye! They will! They will knot a noose so fine and well It will be the finest noose ever woven!" "Well, yes, I suppose so. Here, the noose. Have a seat, While I go to snooze." And upon getting the noose, Perfection weaved... And weaved... And weaved... "Curse it! No good!" I must unravel this!" And unravel this, he did. And his fingers went to work a while. "Ahhh...look! A piece of fiber! If not perfect, I will be seen a fibber! I'll weave this again!" "And again!" "And again!" "Oh, no! Not quite yet. Argh! my brow has broken a sweat!" Time and time I have spent! Why will this noose not be perfect?" "Oh, Gloom... Her work imperfect be And now mine alike. Oh no... I cry. I cry. I'll tie this noose and die!"
#perfection#gloom#dialogue
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Nuelle1_
25/F/Winnipeg, Canada
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
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