bunglehead Posted August 3, 2005 Posted August 3, 2005 As he stared at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors in his vintage Triumph Spitfire, highly functional yet pleasingly formed, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, aching for experienced hands, the small knurled caps of the oil dampeners begging to be inspected and adjusted as described in chapter seven of the shop manual. That's priceless. Bad writing is so awesome. Quote
Dechristo Posted August 3, 2005 Posted August 3, 2005 (edited) Fun, though esoteric snobs. Edited August 3, 2005 by Dechristo Quote
olyclimber Posted August 3, 2005 Posted August 3, 2005 As he stared at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors in his vintage Triumph Spitfire, highly functional yet pleasingly formed, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, aching for experienced hands, the small knurled caps of the oil dampeners begging to be inspected and adjusted as described in chapter seven of the shop manual. That's priceless. Bad writing is so awesome. This is not so much poor writing as it is a interesting choice of metaphors. Perhaps as a poem rather than a short story or whatever it is, it would work better. And intent is important...if it is humor or serious, we may never know. The author is clearly messing with your head. Quote
olyclimber Posted August 3, 2005 Posted August 3, 2005 its a commentary on the Western tendancy to objectify objects. Quote
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