Post by ARTI GREENBURGH on Oct 25, 2011 22:04:22 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,450,true] [style=text-indent: 10px; text-align: right; font-family: pristina; font-style: bold; font-size: 30px; background: #668014; height: 10px; line-height: 0; color: #A4DCD1; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: lowercase]i'm the queen of the world[/style] [style=text-align: right; background: #668014; opacity: .75px; height: 10px; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; text-transform: lowercase; font-variant: all-caps; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-top: -10px; color:#A4DCD1]i bump into things[/style][style=background:#668014; padding: 5px; margin-left: 2px; line-height: 0.1; margin-top: 2px; -moz-border-radius: 100px 100px 100px 100px; border-radius: 2px 2px 2px 2px; float: center; margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 1px; width: 300px; line-width: 3px;][/style] [style=color:white; background:#668014; width,300px; border: red 0px solid; opacity: .8; padding:12px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; font-family: arial narrow; height: 390px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: auto;text-align: justify; padding: 8px; font-size: 13px; margin-right: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -15px; font-family: Times New Roman; color: #A4DCD1;] Wrestling an enormous canvas into a building sans assistance did not exactly make a man feel fresh. Hanging the darn thing all by himself wasn't much fun, either. A voice over his shoulder, a gross gravelly grumble full of phlegm and high expectations, muttering, "What is this crap?" just made him soften and rot like an organic peach long forgotten at the bottom of a crisper drawer. "It's an abstract piece!" Said Arti (BURGH, ack ack ack) Greenburgh, feeling his BS metre quaver at his own claim.Ten-foot high and fifteen wide, it was all greens and browns and whites- colors selected for their concordance with the clean-cut, no-nonsense hues of the SilphCo lobby. He came all the way from Unova to present it and payed right through his little pink upturned nose to have it shipped. That was a cool six-hundred plus Kanto conversion rates. "It looks like a head of lettuce," said the voice, which belonged to a severe, sharp-featured gent in a dark gray Brooks Brothers suit. He had a platinum blonde crewcut and a nose like a braviary's beak. The guy might have looked more at home shouting commands in a POW camp than standing there criticizing modern art. "You said you didn't want a bug or a mouth or anything!" Arti turned around and pulled at the fabric of his Yo Gabba Gabba tshirt (professional attire? you betcha). It was clinging in places and tugging on his armpit hair. "Bugs are weak and mouths are disgusting, BURGH," said Mr. Business with disdain and a tangible spray of saliva. "We don't want to project either of those things. I don't know what lettuce says, but I doubt we want to project that, either." "What if I told you it wasn't lettuce?" Arti spat back at him. "What is it then?" The braviary-man's forehead wrinkled. "It's cabbage." Arti departed from the SilphCo headquarters with a check in his pocket, as promised. Granted, the check was for half as much as he was quoted, but with proper budgeting, it'd take care of two monthly car payments and his water bill. He reviewed the obnoxious discourse in his head as he trudged back to his hotel, his bright purple chuck taylors slapping the pavement indignantly. It was not the most intense critical smackdown of Arti's short, sweet career, but reasoning with suits was always so frustrating. A brand new orange prescription bottle rattled at the bottom of his messenger bag as if to say, "Don't let the bastards get you down!" [/style] [style=text-indent: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: pristina; font-style: bold; font-size: 30px; background: #668014; height: 10px; line-height: 0; color: #A4DCD1; padding-bottom: 2px; text-transform: lowercase]i spin around in circles[/style] [style=text-align: left; background: #668014; opacity: .75px; height: 10px; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; text-transform: lowercase; font-variant: all-caps; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-top: -12px; color:#A4DCD1; text-indent: 10px;]and i'm singing[/style] [style=text-align: left; opacity: .75px; height: 30px; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-variant: all-caps; letter-spacing: 0px; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-top: -12px; color:white; text-indent: 0px;] WORDS... 446 ; TAG... BURGH, VENEMA ; NOTES... I'll leave it up to you to figure out why! ; MUSIC... "Valleys" - TGL ; CREDIT... gan nello trancy-ness[/style] |