craner

Beast of Burden
He felt hollow inside. He drew a decision-tree.
He sanitised his keyboard. He dared to speak its name.
It was a break with the past. He'd had a few viewers.
They'd kept their opinions to themselves. He'd said
help yourselves to grapes. It had been
a bold move. It was a de-facto partition.
It was just what the region needed. It would give
confidence to consumers. It would encourage investment.
They would have to park it here.
It was twilight. The bats gathered, catching insects
bewitched by the lamp. Struck by the beam of it.
It was a pounding at the door.
It was the grove of cypress. He placed it at her disposal.
She was a wonderful ambassador for the brand. He
appreciated the support she'd given him, personally.
If there was anything else he could do.
Dinner had been an event. He could see that now,
in retrospect. They had served woodcock. They
had drunk a functional Chablis and a centre-
piece Bordeaux.

Some of this sounds like the stuff I used to write,

i.e.:


or:

 

luka

Well-known member
He'd probably said too much. He'd have
to speak to his lawyer. It was an air-bourne
pathogen. It was a virulent rumour. Never
let it be said. It was anchovy pesto.
It was the answer to everything.
At the back of his mind. It was a
blasted ambition. He wasn't
up to the task. It was a question of
numbers. It was a matter of degree.
No matter how you split it
it came back to the.
silver sun above backstreets and tenements
television aerials and raised bayonets.
it was the landscape of refrigerators
and buddleia that sold it. It was the dream
of the frontier.
We packaged it in a designer bundle and
distributed it. There are always disagree-
ments over what came first. We came to
dominate the market. It was a prescient
decision. Jonty from prestige department
said it best. The relationship had gotten
lopsided. There had to be give and take.
We backed the enormous horse. It was
the obvious decision to make.
 

luka

Well-known member
There would always been rumours. He hoped to clear his
name. He'd been instrumental in the relief effort. Critics
had said that it was too little, too late. He'd take that one
on the chin. Sometimes you had to own it. The helicopter
cheques kept touching down. He calculated the down-
draft. It was Alaska in '88. There was the smell of
money in the snowfields. Horror shows were happening
downtown. He wouldn't be beholden to anybody.
He was the Chief of Staff.
At the very least he could offer his sympathies.
The church were poking their nose in. He had
other ideas.
It was a routine drill. They hadn't expected to
find anything. There was a discrepancy in their
stories. Something didn't add up. The signs
were ominous. Something didn't look good.
 
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luka

Well-known member
It was an invidious comparison. It was an odious suggestion.
Let me make myself plain. It was vulture neck,
tick, claw, carbuncle. He sought to clear his name.
He had a right to the land. He was bound to the sea.
It was at the confluence of many dynamic forces.
Seagulls, gale toss't, calling. Cliff hiccup.
He had walked the chalk ridge, beguiling.
It was the heist of the century. They'd got
away like bandits. The city couldn't believe their luck,
It was the power of suggestion. He couldn't have said
it better, Richard. It was the coming together of many
cultures. It was the big idea. It was the marketplace.
It was the containing metaphor. It was the captured
ballerina. It was the gateway to the north.
 

sufi

lala
they feel like they are setting the scene for an incident report
like something dramatic is going to happen next and this is the post-rationalistion
 

luka

Well-known member
It was the engine of change. It swept away old ideas.
They'd had to rethink a lot of their attitudes. It was a
facet of life. It was the engine of change. It came hooting
down the hallway. Better move aside! That's the engine
of change! There'd been a revolution in the way people
thought about online shopping. Brand surveys supported
it. Excellence was best. We'd had to trim our fat in response
to a more troubled winter. The goose was cooked. Our backs
were against the wall.
That was before we found Add-on.
It's a spring breeze in a can.
 

wg-

Well-known member
He is still stuck in work somehow. Chemical spill. Had watched the sun rise over the Kent hills that morning pouring his coffee. It had set without him noticing.
He was bald and he had beers in the fridge at home. He was thinking about that. A stain on his shirt from where he'd spat a bit of pear out. Needed a shave.
You scruffy cunt, he said, looking in a mirror
At least United had lost the manc bastards
 

luka

Well-known member
It was all over his face. It was his egg sundae. It was
his nasty surprise. The pictures were all over the internet.
It made a bad impression. The optics were misaligned with
the brand. It was a values-decision. They cancelled the contract.
The Corvette had to go back to the dealer. That one had hurt.
It was a brutal reminder. It was a wake-up call.
It was his comeuppance. He had had it coming.
It was the engine of change. It had swept him aside.
It was no respecter of reputations. It rebuked the proud.
It stood for progress. It was colour-blind. The facts had
unduly influenced them. Their scruples were for
public display.

 

luka

Well-known member
The quote had been misattributed, it hurt him to say.
His vanity was the only thing under threat. For the loss
of a feather, fly another day.
It was a jawline extension. It was a routine procedure.
There had been complications. There was the matter
of payment. The lawyers had got involved. I've never
been a great one for licking the pickle, he said
to a sea of applause.
 

luka

Well-known member
I dreamed of an empire. Stretching from sea to
sea. I dreamed of cities
all in liege to me.
It hurt me to say. I
was not at my best.
I was indisposed.
It was a state of unrest.
At the end of the day
It was all for the best.
If you permit to say
It was all in jest.
It was his final testament.
He had been unwell.
It was just a matter of time.
He was under their spell.
It was the proper development
of unseen processes. It
was a benediction of unseen
dimensions. He wished them well
with all their endeavours. He hoped
to see the day when they would bear fruit.
They dreamed of the stars. They came
down to earth.
It was an entropic projection. It was
the ooze of gravity. It was the deflated
balloon. There was always hope.
Hope sprung eternal.
 

luka

Well-known member
They would look again at the situation next year.
It was up for review. There were engineering faults
that would have to be addressed. The brakes needed
recalibrating. Half the staff here were sweating on the
morning. Mass redundancy was the hot news. The board
meeting had been a disaster. They had declared mutiny.
Supply lines had been choked at the Malacca Strait.
They were in an ecstasy of indecision. The cabinet
had imploded. The facts were trickling in from Singapore.
 

luka

Well-known member
They were balls deep to the wall. They had had to dig deep.
They had found out what they were made of. It was not enough.
After the collapse, grass wiggled up the hill, sky squeezed
the horizon. Not everyone had the same view of the facts.
He hoped to redeem himself in the eyes of the public.
The presenter availed himself of surprise. He made a leap
for the impossible. Who before me
has not sinned?
Sometimes, good intentions aren't enough. Sometimes
good guys come last. The news-reporters
cribbed their copy. It was a fine day in June.
You are just like me. You are a pasteboard.
We are one and the same.
It was their big idea. It happened to sell.
It was the right idea
at the right time. It happened to catch on.
You are just like me.
We are one and the same.
The news-reporters had a field day.
They sent scouts out into nothing
the signal winked out.
 

luka

Well-known member
It was anchovy pesto. It was the answer to everything.
Spread it on your toast. He was a megaphone for sale.
He was known as Rent-a-Gob.
If the price was right. He'd grease your axle.
He said, I've had a few
but I've not had many
that pass the test.
He wouldn't call it lying exactly.
The fundamentals are the same.
Just as the bird shrieked out
in dismay.
They'd smoothed out the
transmission issues. They
locked in on the signal.
It was at the forefront
of contemporary design.
 

luka

Well-known member
He'd failed his audition. He'd fluffed his lines.
Credit Suisse were going up in smoke. The
signs were not good from South-East Asia.
Eagle Investments had gobbled up the carrion.
It was The Grace Noble Endowment ball.
Everyone was going to be there. He'd venture
a guess. It was downwind of events.
He'd put up a hell of a fight. He never knew
when he was beaten. He was swept aside
it was The Engine of Change.
Outdated ideas had been put to the test
they had been taken to bed. They had been
put to rest.
We were a streamlined people. We had been
put on a rational footing. We had been optimised.
We were hopeful for the future.
You could see it in our eyes.
We believed in tomorrow. We believed in our children.
We believed in our country. And we believe in you.
 

luka

Well-known member
It paled in comparison. With her sacrifice. He promised
he'd make it up to here. There were practical considerations
and with the best will in the world. He was happy to make
investigations. Look, will you just give me a moment
everyone had been under a lot of pressure, the whole team
here. It means a lot to hear you say it
They had been between a rock and a hard place.
It was squeaky bum time.
An environmentalist had been murdered in Caracas. Usually
it would have been no concern of this. But it had turned the
spotlight on his mining interests, and in particular, the deal
he was in the process of tying up. Animals went by in crates.
They were interested in the bottom line. Indigenous peoples
in the south were protesting the famine parcels. The war raged
on all fronts.
 

luka

Well-known member
It was a zero-sum game. The attack-troops made an incision in the line.
Infection poured through the breach. There was blood on the floor. It was
not a pretty sight. They standardised the work-unit. We are all the same.

Take a look over the fence. Your neighbour is just like you. He is looking
over the fence. To take a look at you. Tanks made a dogs dinner of the
Easter display. That's why we couldn't have nice things. It was man's
inhumanity to man. It depended on your way of looking at things
The sun would still come out tomorrow. The bindweed climbed
through the wire.

He had taken her for granted. She had had other ideas. The bill
was in the mail. She took taxis everywhere.
London had been his nemesis. He'd always said it.
She was a scarlet temptress. He'd had his suspicions
ever since Mayfair. It was a winkle he'd keep with him
to his grave. 12 miners were trapped after a shaft collapsed.
He kept refreshing his feed. They took solace in their faith.
 

luka

Well-known member
It had a banned ingredient. It's why it tasted so good.
Spread it on everything. I really wish you would.
It was anchovy pesto. It was the answer to your prayers.
It would vanish your troubles
it would erase your cares.
He was determined to sabotage the trade agreement.
It would torpedo his monopoly. He sat on the blood coin
of his fathers. He had invested it into the company. He had
prioritised growth.
It was the engine of change. It was a tide of coins. You couldn't
stand in the way of progress.
 
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