Prelude and Fugue in c minor (WTCII): Johann Sebastian Bach

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Dastardly deeds---new eternity---the authority figures on the scene will scramble---hold those hands up to their pathetic lying faces and wait for the camera crews to come rolling in---undeserving parent---bounding well into oblivion.

Submitted: February 12, 2011

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Dastardly deeds committing themselves to a new eternity come rolling in and down the hill as little children might on a snowy day in the long harsh winter. Still the largest of ice-balls, the tobaggans that they hurl themselves upon may crash, inevitably, and split their little heads wide open shooting blood spattering diagrams all over the February frozen watery asphalt---their socks will get frozen as they lay there screaming and waiting for help---the authority figures on the scene will scramble, looking for ways to flee the scene, to say that it wasn’t them that did not watch---to avoid the proposition that they are themselves unfit to watch over these little ones. They make up their stories---the ice hill was so much more icy than they had imagined---that there was no way that they could possibly run so fast as to save them---that this was worse than anything that they ever could have imagined that could happen to their little ones. And they cry. They weep. They wail. They hold those hands up to their pathetic lying faces and wait for the camera crews to come rolling in. “I didn’t know what to do when I saw it happening! It all happened so fast! I swear I’d never take my mind off them for even just a moment”---and on and on the tirades go, the testaments of stupid neglect, foundations of an undeserving parent, foundations of a generic society---churning, rippling, repeating and bounding well into oblivion.


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