"A small assortment of astonishingly loud brass instruments raced each other lustily to the respective ends of their distinct musical choices as the gates flew open to release a torrent of tawny fur comprised of angry yapping bullets that nipped at Desdemona's ankles, causing her to reflect once again (as blood filled her sneakers and she fought her way through the panicking crowd) that the annual Running of the Pomeranians in Liechtenstein was a stupid idea."
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Reduced to stealing from the Bulwer-Lytton Prize
"A small assortment of astonishingly loud brass instruments raced each other lustily to the respective ends of their distinct musical choices as the gates flew open to release a torrent of tawny fur comprised of angry yapping bullets that nipped at Desdemona's ankles, causing her to reflect once again (as blood filled her sneakers and she fought her way through the panicking crowd) that the annual Running of the Pomeranians in Liechtenstein was a stupid idea."
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The illustration depicts Herakles (clad in the skin of the Nemean lion) meeting Esau (clad in the skins of wild beasts).
It represents a scene from a little known tradition of Seleucid-era Levantine slash fiction.
Perhaps the traditional garb of meat scraps should be reconsidered.
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