Frank hears peers fears
sliding the stack of ten or so papers to the corner of his desk he listens intently to the conversation which unseemingly will demonstrate to him the absolute need for the immediate cessation of his excessive slandering.
>>(Distant, yet audible)
"Frank needs to shape up. His work is getting pretty scratchy."
"Scratchy?"
"Yea, ya know like it has purpose, but its pointedness sometimes, in view of the theme, drags others down, unnecessarily."
it was now clear. no more childs play with finger pointing puppetry. the hands that tangle will be disabled. the hands need to be disabled, or everything right and true will snap, and the lifeless peices, yearning for expression will tap and glide the days away into ultimate oblivion
>>(Distant, yet audible)
"Frank needs to shape up. His work is getting pretty scratchy."
"Scratchy?"
"Yea, ya know like it has purpose, but its pointedness sometimes, in view of the theme, drags others down, unnecessarily."
it was now clear. no more childs play with finger pointing puppetry. the hands that tangle will be disabled. the hands need to be disabled, or everything right and true will snap, and the lifeless peices, yearning for expression will tap and glide the days away into ultimate oblivion