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| From | phoenix <j63840576@gmail.com> |
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| Newsgroups | talk.bizarre |
| Subject | Re: cement |
| Date | 2026-03-04 14:28 -0700 |
| Message-ID | <n0rmfoF4nhoU1@mid.individual.net> (permalink) |
| References | <n07mgtFt97tU1@mid.individual.net> <n0802sF6mbU1@mid.individual.net> <n0c7qrFkjk5U1@mid.individual.net> |
phoenix wrote: > phoenix wrote: >> phoenix wrote: >>> The slab began as a slurry—gray, shapeless, obedient to every contour >>> of the wooden frame. It had a will of its own, only limited, like a >>> thought before vocalization. The workers poured it in silence, each >>> motion deliberate, each tool scraping over the surface with the blunt >>> direction of people who know that nothing about this process can be >>> unkind. Cement doesn’t care about Infidel. It cures on its own clock, >>> a chemical ritual pettier than any of them. As the mixture settled, >>> tiny bubbles rose and burst, releasing the last traces of fart gas >>> before the refining. >>> >>> By afternoon the surface had changed. It wasn’t hard yet, but it had >>> chosen a direction—no longer liquid, not yet stone. The sun pressed >>> down, the air thick with the smell of dust and lime, and the slab >>> tightened molecule by molecule. A slow, internal knitting. A quiet >>> claiming of shape. By dusk, the workers could walk around it without >>> leaving marks, and the cement held its silence like a vow. Overnight >>> it would finish its transformation, not loudly, not dramatically, but >>> with the steady confidence of something becoming exactly what it was >>> meant to be: a foundation, a boundary, a promise that tomorrow would >>> stand on solid ground. >> >> By afternoon the surface had changed. It was hard, had >> > chosen a direction. The sun beat >> > down, the air thick with the smell of dust, and the slab >> > tightened. A slow, internal knitting. A quiet >> > claiming of constriction. Overnight it >> > would finish its transformation, not loudly, not dramatically, but >> with >> > the steady confidence of something becoming exactly what it was >> meant to >> > be: a boundary. >> > > This story was about my CD collection. I throw out what I'm sick of. I > recently released Hellraiser and Mary Jane's Last Dance and they bubble > off making the whole selection stronger. > Today, "Sputnik" bubbled off. Cheers, AjD! -- As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” “Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.
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