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Speech Is Silver - Julia's Tragic Trial
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That's unfortunately true. And according to some older court documentswell there is the little matter of Julia having started World War III -
perhaps putting the clock back to 1962 is the only answer?
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/thats-armageddon.1740/#post-39145
it's not even the first time that I'm responsible for such a mess ...
Not to mention the eternal delay in my sequels
which is probably also a solid reason for an execution ...
Okay this is getting serious
Danger, Danger! Julia is in danger Will Robinson...
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Yes I think we have the message
Desperate times call for desperate measures and no deed is too dark
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Now for some blackmail, a phone call; I need to speak to the President!
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Mr President I think you have a serious problem, your worst nightmare has returned from the dead
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But the good news is we can make it go away if.....Julia is freed!
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Clock's ticking Mr President now where is that pardon?
Good friends are really a blessing!
Perhaps there's still some hope for poor me.
Maybe, or maybe not ...
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Probably not....jowly and mean-looking, isn't he? Not a good sign.
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Julia
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RacingRodent
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Well either way maybe brining her back too, was a tactical error
I must confess I am not too sure that my Plan B would have been any better?
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Julia
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Well either way maybe brining her back too, was a tactical error
I must confess I am not too sure that my Plan B would have been any better?
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I guess your glorious Plan B is much more convincing than my own unfortunate tactics!
...
Back to my depressing situation:
Meanwhile I have to face it:
There will be no miracle.
So my last walk continues.
I'm tormended especially by my fearful thoughts.
but pulling the executioner's cart is also not really a pleasure.
(picture 135)
During the walk I wonder about the cart's weight.
Obviously the executioner needs her equipment for the execution.
And maybe some furniture,
to have it more comfortable during my execution ...
When we pass a strange sign post ...
(picture 136)
... I have something to think about.
Everything is so discouraging,
even heaven seems to be hostile.
(picture 137)
Then we have reached the crucifixion site,
located in a wasteland at the edge of civilization.
(picture 138)
I feel signs of a panic rising ...
Well, better to die here than on an overcrowded market place.
But of course I'm aware that this is not an act of mercy,
but just to avoid unwanted political protests.
Then I'm commanded to lay down.
(picture 139)
Now everything goes very quickly ...
(pictures 140 and 141)
... until the cross is erected.
Now the executioner, equipped with some solid furniture,
can start to look forward to some rather nice days,
and to enjoy a comfortable sunbath ...
(picture 142)
... whereas my coming days will be not so enjoyable.
(picture 143)
I start to scream,
not for the last time ...
...
to be continued (tomorrow)
...
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I guess your glorious Plan B is much more convincing than my own unfortunate tactics!
...
Back to my depressing situation:
Meanwhile I have to face it:
There will be no miracle.
So my last walk continues.
I'm tormended especially by my fearful thoughts.
but pulling the executioner's cart is also not really a pleasure.
(picture 135)
During the walk I wonder about the cart's weight.
Obviously the executioner needs her equipment for the execution.
And maybe some furniture,
to have it more comfortable during my execution ...
When we pass a strange sign post ...
(picture 136)
... I have something to think about.
Everything is so discouraging,
even heaven seems to be hostile.
(picture 137)
Then we have reached the crucifixion site,
located in a wasteland at the edge of civilization.
(picture 138)
I feel signs of a panic rising ...
Well, better to die here than on an overcrowded market place.
But of course I'm aware that this is not an act of mercy,
but just to avoid unwanted political protests.
Then I'm commanded to lay down.
(picture 139)
Now everything goes very quickly ...
(pictures 140 and 141)
... until the cross is erected.
Now the executioner, equipped with some solid furniture,
can start to look forward to some rather nice days,
and to enjoy a comfortable sunbath ...
(picture 142)
... whereas my coming days will be not so enjoyable.
(picture 143)
I start to scream,
not for the last time ...
...
to be continued (tomorrow)
...
Think I will just sit back, like the executioner, and enjoy this one.....
This is fun JULIA....can't wait for the rest!
Tree is pissed... he wanted to crucify Julia...
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Julia
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knowing Alston
(a small market town high up in the north Pennines)
I know what they mean!
But you should be looking on the bright side Julia,
you've got a posthumous pardon to look forward to!
Thank you, Dear, for the solaceful words
By the way, as usual I'm much later with my report than intended, but this time I'm more or less unguilty: I have been caught by a nasty cold, including the full program of fever, cough and a heavily overcrowded nose.
But meanwhile it's considerably better, so that I can finally concentrate on a much more senseful kind of "health disorders", meaning my proceeding execution ...
Thanks Dear,
I'm glad you like the report
Fucking Nixon man. We'll all make sure he suffers politicaly for this. Enjoy the execution
Thanks a lot, my Dear, for your good wishes
And you are right, life is really a pity ...
Understandable
But in fact you are just lucky. Most probably I would only infect you with my current cold.
...
Some recent execution news will follow in a few minutes (I'm still trying to bring some poor thoughts to paper ...)
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RacingRodent
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Good to know you are better, your return is always anxiously anticipated
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Julia
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Good to know you are better, your return is always anxiously anticipated
Thank you very much, my Dear!
...
Back to the drama ...:
It's said that the last day of an execution is always the worst.
But the beginning is also not the pure pleasure, at least not for the victim.
And indeed, after a few hours on the cross I get already the first cramp.
I scream, scream again ...
(picture 144)
The executioner, enjoying everything with some comfort, (picture 145)
does not really care.
Obviously these cramps are my problem, but not hers.
Instead of offering the necessary help, maybe in form of a helpful massage,
she just "pleases" me with some unenjoyable philosophy,
explaining me that my eternal curses will soon stop to annoy her.
I don't understand the sense of her words,
especially not when she says something about a strange psychologic effect, known as Stockholm syndrome, which will soon break the last remains of my defiance, with the result that I will inevitably become the very last whining crawler,
until I will finally end as a dead crawler.
Of course this is nonsense. In fact I never have been in Iceland, or whereever this Stockholm may be located ...
And secondly I already am the very last crawler. (picture 146)
So ... what would be the difference?
In any case my state becomes worse and worse,
as longer as my execution goes ahead.
And of course it's not really a solace when the executioner informs me that I can look forward to my posthumous pardon.
(147 and 148)
I try to imagine the strange situation when they will bury me somewhere:
all this satisfied faces,
as they are tearfully holding their ceremonial speeches,
in fact already looking forward to the official "funeral-coffee",
whereas poor me will be pardoned,
pardoned but dead ...
And my suffering continues and continues ...
(picture 149)
...
to be continued (next year ... or alternatively in a few minutes ...)
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Julia
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The first one is a hoot!
J
Julia
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After this unenjoyable view into an unenjoyable future
let's go back to present time,
which is already bad enough:
The hours go by,
slowly,
incredibly slowly ...
And my decay makes soon some progress.
(picture 157)
But of course the executioner does not make the slightest effort to ease my suffering.
This may be understandable, as her own situation is not that bad ...
(picture 158)
Soon it seems the sun has burned out the last remains of my little brain.
I even have forgotten where the home of my coming syndrome is situated.
But who cares about such a question?
In fact I have other sorrows than this goddamned Helsinki syndrome.
And meanwhile my thirst increases with every minute,
with the result that I plead and plead ...
(picture 159)
But I can not see any kind of equipment which could be used to offer me some drops of water.
I only can see this goddamned "Cup of honary"
which was awarded to the executioner for my death.
What an awful humiliation!
And of course, unlike me, the executioner has enough to drink.
(picture 160)
But instead of offering me the slightest bit,
she just talks about her career,
as usual mentioning that she does not kill me from personal reasons.
According to her jabbering my execution happens just to push her professional perspectives,
but not to cause me any kind of troubles.
When she says the latter I can see a repulsive grin in her face.
How I hate this face!
And I will never forget her words ...
However, whatever I may think, I'm hanging helplessly on the cross,
caught in an eternity of agony
(picture 161)
... forever and ever,
at least as long as I'll live ...
...
to be continued (tomorrow)
...
let's go back to present time,
which is already bad enough:
The hours go by,
slowly,
incredibly slowly ...
And my decay makes soon some progress.
(picture 157)
But of course the executioner does not make the slightest effort to ease my suffering.
This may be understandable, as her own situation is not that bad ...
(picture 158)
Soon it seems the sun has burned out the last remains of my little brain.
I even have forgotten where the home of my coming syndrome is situated.
But who cares about such a question?
In fact I have other sorrows than this goddamned Helsinki syndrome.
And meanwhile my thirst increases with every minute,
with the result that I plead and plead ...
(picture 159)
But I can not see any kind of equipment which could be used to offer me some drops of water.
I only can see this goddamned "Cup of honary"
which was awarded to the executioner for my death.
What an awful humiliation!
And of course, unlike me, the executioner has enough to drink.
(picture 160)
But instead of offering me the slightest bit,
she just talks about her career,
as usual mentioning that she does not kill me from personal reasons.
According to her jabbering my execution happens just to push her professional perspectives,
but not to cause me any kind of troubles.
When she says the latter I can see a repulsive grin in her face.
How I hate this face!
And I will never forget her words ...
However, whatever I may think, I'm hanging helplessly on the cross,
caught in an eternity of agony
(picture 161)
... forever and ever,
at least as long as I'll live ...
...
to be continued (tomorrow)
...
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and the 5th?.........................is as judge thinking about the missing creditcards? in the coffin? or a miraculous resurrection?
damned..........missing my creditcard too
...check the squirrel, Admi...
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