STEPPING IN THE SALAD (3)
'Well . . .
'I can see why it is that you get so pissed off; I am sad to admit that this sham - this chaos - might be borne from an output of mine.'
'It's hardly divine, is it?' I interjected.
'But, when all's said and done, it is impact that counts. And, my dear, I've had impact despite it amounts to - well . . . I must say what I see makes me sick.
'In defence, I did have to act quick.
'Seven days to create - from conception to birth (that doesn't leave time for reflection, research). Seven days to invent and to bring to fruition a half-baked idea fed from ruthless ambition . . .'
The Priestess paused to light her pipe.
'Can we talk about death?' I said, bored with her hype.
'Now, that's quite a request,' she puffed (out of breath). 'My intention, my sweet, was to talk REF.'
'I can see why it is that you get so pissed off; I am sad to admit that this sham - this chaos - might be borne from an output of mine.'
'It's hardly divine, is it?' I interjected.
'But, when all's said and done, it is impact that counts. And, my dear, I've had impact despite it amounts to - well . . . I must say what I see makes me sick.
'In defence, I did have to act quick.
'Seven days to create - from conception to birth (that doesn't leave time for reflection, research). Seven days to invent and to bring to fruition a half-baked idea fed from ruthless ambition . . .'
The Priestess paused to light her pipe.
'Can we talk about death?' I said, bored with her hype.
'Now, that's quite a request,' she puffed (out of breath). 'My intention, my sweet, was to talk REF.'
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