Three angels were meditating upon a leaky faucet in God’s kitchen.
The first was inspired to write a symphony based on the dripping of the water and the violence of it crashing against the basin.
The second painted a wonderful painting, capturing the essence of how the light reflected off of the droplets and the passage of each droplet through the air.
The third captured a droplet and brewed a marvelous potion, a taste that was refreshing and soothing.
They presented their creations to God, who howled in rage.
“Why didn’t any of you idiots call a plumber?” He yelled.
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good stuff Laurence, your work has that narrative quality that makes people want to hear more. I only hope I can achieve that in my own stuff someday.
Good stuff Laurence, your work has that narrative quality that invites listeners to want to hear more. I only hope I can achieve that in my own work someday.