Post by deadhead4obama on Jan 30, 2013 2:29:19 GMT -5
[Darkness...]
[Then words start to dissolve the darkness, bit by bit, forming a complete paragraph, in bold striking white letters.]
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[They seem to linger right up to the point where it's obnoxious and then dissolves right back into the darkness... but that evolves right into a more comforting OR frightening scene depending on which side of the aisle a person sits. Despite any sort of personal affliction, the fact is THE WOLF stands on his sprawling back deck, cloaked head to toe in that black robe. From the tilt of His head, it's easy to suppose the center of his attention in this starlit sky is... the moon.]
THE WOLF: Most of the time, when someone has the chance to realize their dream, they show some sort of excitement and vigor. There is some outpouring of excitement and joy. _USUALLY_, this takes place in the form of some gum flapping, loud and obnoxious selfish proclamations of certain fame and glory...
But alas... the brothers Dillinger?
They remain silent...
[Letting loose a powerful sigh, He makes a few graceful strides, drawing himself closer to the decks balcony.]
THE WOLF: Which then begs to me to ask the question.... Did they share your role of being a 'sacrificial lamb' with you before signing the dotted line, Mr. Tommy and Mr. James Dillinger? Were they honest about such a honorable position, or was it hidden in the fine print only the fools dare to bother reading?
[He pauses, perhaps pondering the answer...]
THE WOLF: I have to ask because as the days grow longer, and the nights shorter... METLDOWN still sits on the horizon, much like you both still sit in silence..
[Brief pause, as he slowly turns, putting His back towards the moon, that faceless stare sending shivers up the spine.]
.
THE WOLF: Silence can be golden. Silence can also mean weakness. Silence can reflect a deep period of thinking and planning. Silence can also be result of paralyzing fear, riddling one incapable of the simplest tasks...
So, Mr. Tommy and Mr. James Dillinger... I ask you now...
...why so silent???
[He cocks His head to one side, and then back to the other, before breaking the uneasy silence...]
THE WOLF: Speaking up will not change the horrors that await you. Making your presence known to the world cannot alter the freight train of violence barreling its way right towards you. like it or not... Mr. Morgan already SEALED your fate. Perhaps wants to make sure you are worthy of such a grand opportunity, or maybe...
Just maybe...
He hopes I find myself FULL with my main course, and have no desire for DESSERT!
[Evil, bone chilling laughter.]
THE WOLF: Welcome to the Enn Aye Dubbya Mr. Tommy and Mr. James Dillinger... May the rest of your stay be even more horrific and painful than your first night on the job, the very night where you become my...
[Softer, but laughing with just evil intent...]
... DINNNNEEERRR!!!
[Darkness evolves.]
[Then words start to dissolve the darkness, bit by bit, forming a complete paragraph, in bold striking white letters.]
I was like a lamb being led to the slaughter. I had no idea that they were planning to kill me! "Let's destroy this man and all his words," they said. "Let's cut him down, so his name will be forgotten forever." -- JEREMIAH 11:19
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[They seem to linger right up to the point where it's obnoxious and then dissolves right back into the darkness... but that evolves right into a more comforting OR frightening scene depending on which side of the aisle a person sits. Despite any sort of personal affliction, the fact is THE WOLF stands on his sprawling back deck, cloaked head to toe in that black robe. From the tilt of His head, it's easy to suppose the center of his attention in this starlit sky is... the moon.]
THE WOLF: Most of the time, when someone has the chance to realize their dream, they show some sort of excitement and vigor. There is some outpouring of excitement and joy. _USUALLY_, this takes place in the form of some gum flapping, loud and obnoxious selfish proclamations of certain fame and glory...
But alas... the brothers Dillinger?
They remain silent...
[Letting loose a powerful sigh, He makes a few graceful strides, drawing himself closer to the decks balcony.]
THE WOLF: Which then begs to me to ask the question.... Did they share your role of being a 'sacrificial lamb' with you before signing the dotted line, Mr. Tommy and Mr. James Dillinger? Were they honest about such a honorable position, or was it hidden in the fine print only the fools dare to bother reading?
[He pauses, perhaps pondering the answer...]
THE WOLF: I have to ask because as the days grow longer, and the nights shorter... METLDOWN still sits on the horizon, much like you both still sit in silence..
[Brief pause, as he slowly turns, putting His back towards the moon, that faceless stare sending shivers up the spine.]
.
THE WOLF: Silence can be golden. Silence can also mean weakness. Silence can reflect a deep period of thinking and planning. Silence can also be result of paralyzing fear, riddling one incapable of the simplest tasks...
So, Mr. Tommy and Mr. James Dillinger... I ask you now...
...why so silent???
[He cocks His head to one side, and then back to the other, before breaking the uneasy silence...]
THE WOLF: Speaking up will not change the horrors that await you. Making your presence known to the world cannot alter the freight train of violence barreling its way right towards you. like it or not... Mr. Morgan already SEALED your fate. Perhaps wants to make sure you are worthy of such a grand opportunity, or maybe...
Just maybe...
He hopes I find myself FULL with my main course, and have no desire for DESSERT!
[Evil, bone chilling laughter.]
THE WOLF: Welcome to the Enn Aye Dubbya Mr. Tommy and Mr. James Dillinger... May the rest of your stay be even more horrific and painful than your first night on the job, the very night where you become my...
[Softer, but laughing with just evil intent...]
... DINNNNEEERRR!!!
[Darkness evolves.]