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Rants
Sept 23, 2007 18:58:20 GMT -5
Post by Malum on Sept 23, 2007 18:58:20 GMT -5
If ever I have anything I need to rant and rave about, it will be here!
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Rants
Oct 10, 2007 10:39:07 GMT -5
Post by Malum on Oct 10, 2007 10:39:07 GMT -5
Once upon a time in Mrs Shmitd's third grade class, little Malum was cutting out pictures of famous people from a magazine article. Only, he refrained from cutting out their entire bodies, removing their heads and arms and legs instead. Why would little Malum do something like this, you ask?
Well, Mrs Shmidtd had assigned the class a little art project. She told the bug-eyed third graders to cut pictures from magazines, and paste them on a piece of thick paper. The pictures were to be hints about the building which the third graders would "dig up". You see, once they were done pasting all of the pictures on, the paper was covered with a thin layer of glue and sand. The snot-nosed sub-humans were to scrap off the sand, revealing the pictures, and guess what kind of a building they had dug up.
While most kids were cutting out McDonald's signs and ancient pottery, little Malum was mutilating basketball stars and Hillary Duff. He then cut out pictures of wires and anything which looked vaguley robotic, putting the wires at the end of the severed arms and necks. He carefully hid his work from Mrs Shmidd, knowing she wouldn't understand until he was completely finished.
Once his masterpiece was complete and covered with a layer of sand, he turned it in to the basket. The papers were passed around to all of the kids, each recieving someone else's. Little Malum got a boring and simple one, a massive, half-heartedly burried Burger King sign. He didn't bother to continue digging.
Mrs. Smit asked each child, in front of the rest of the class, what they had discovered. Little Malum looked around frantically to see who had recieved his peice of art. To his great disconcertion, Zoe Donnovan was seen scowling at the limbs and heads potruding with computer chips and wires. Little Malum knew he was doomed.
Zoe Donnovan had been his worst nightmare since early on in second grade. She was a snob, rich, the granddaughter of the principal. She didn't like toddler Malum because he was too skinny and ran around making Pokemon noises and explosions during Recess. Also, he had been sent to the principals office in second grade for writing: "Zoe sux who agres with me?" on the bathroom wall in pencil. Thankfully, her grandfather had retired already by then and Malum spent the lunch scrubbing off the pencil writings.
When Mrs. Shmittd got around to asking Zoe what she discovered, Malum's heart sunk even lower. She said, "Well, there were dead people's heads and they were all bloody. And a bunch of random scraps from the magazine."
The teacher glanced at young Malum, as did the acursed Zoe. "And who's paper was it?"
"Logan's"
"Well, Logan didn't do the assignment properly then," Mrs. Shummitd said with a sigh.
Poor little Malum spent the rest of the day sulking. Why couldn't there be someone like him in that class? Why did Zoe of all people have to end up with his art which ended up in the garbage (the teacher didn't even give it back to the little fellow). Nobody was smart enough to realize his building was an ancient robot production facility.
Great artists are always misunderstood.
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