Dep sends TtT to the Terminal for remedial spanking

Bonjour, Robert Cornwell:

Merci beaucoup for your submission, the strange and riveting Teasing the Troll, for our consideration here within the skanky stained walls of TQR.

It is I who have had the challenging task of listening to the blaring soundtrack while attempting to concentrate on the plot, subtext, and visuals you've woven adeptly into your cap. I am spent, but acknowledge that it is not your burden but my own.

The Monkey winced. I dodged. We wept a little together. And oui, we danced.

Know, sir, that we are but peons in the hierarchy of this space. You are hereby notified that Teasing the Troll rises from our hands (well, my hands; Monkey's paws) and into the claws of those shapeshifters who inhabit the Terminal. Is it good or bad? We'll see. Too late to back out now.

Let's see what happens.

Bonne chance!

G. DePlancher / The Floor -TQR

Sent while levitating from my own Bright Cloud.

Dep classily poo poos THE CHARLESTON SWITCHEROO

Bonjour, Monsieur Klass:

Honoured, dear prolixic VC, that you've graced us within the decrepit walls of velvet TQR with this cap of intrigue. I reel from reading it through for it's dense in content, thick with imagery, and long in yardage.

The Monkey tilts his head from right to left as we move from page to page. There is grace here, and of course skill in craft. It is, however, either more or less than is well fitted for our meagre publication. I think it a monologue, a play, or a novella's manuscript rather than the thing we perpetually seek...merely captivating or riveting 'story'.

It may be that you could replace 'Jord' with 'DePlancher' in your line appearing on page 11 or thereabouts so that it reads: 'I can tell, DePlancher, these Greek poetical references have been flying over your head like Zeusian (or 'Klassian'?) eagles'.

Anything may be true. That you're adept at telling the tale is not in question so do not think it so for a moment. Call it misalignment of purpose, square in circle, or something like that. It is not right for us.

Best to you in finding a more welcoming placement for the work. Even our dirty, judgmental Monkey thinks it worthy of that gift.

Merci for your interest in TQR.

G. DePlancher / The Floor - TQR

XTRMNL DUE DILIGENCE JIG-JIG LOVE u LONG TIME

The artist known as ROCKEFELLER: I seem to have forgotten my login id and/or password. Because old terminal stuff is not archived I can't find any of my old posts. Who am I? I think I know my password, just not my user id.

TQR: You can go to NEW FREE MARKET and click on XTRMNL and all your old posts are archived there. And thanks for getting the ball rolling. ... Speaking of archived free market stuff, would you like to see the XTRMNL have its own front page icon in perpetuity? Some of those old discussions might play well in Peoria. Me love you long time.

The artist known as ROCKEFELLER: Ooooo …. Me you baby, jig-jig now okay.

Dale Carother's Cap smothers Doomey with joy

Dear Dale,

not sure of your sensibilities, but...you pretty much just raped the monkey with the cap you sent. you made the monkey your bitch, sister. i have never seen two worlds so clearly. two worlds living side by side, with sparks. wow. seriously. you must be one sick fucking bastard. you are my new favorite human. your cap will be promptly shuffled upstairs to the Terminal. watch for tat uh tat come the 15th.

bring it,

boligard doomey / the Floor / www.tqrstories.com

BEAUFORT NUMBER TEN takes it to the Terminal

Bonjour, James Alston:

You, sir, have caused me some grief. Fortunately for both us, however, I have danced the Dance of Contemplation, consulted the Great (albeit often gruesome) Monkey and he signals me to be brave. And a little merciful.

Wordy, I know. Here it is, then. Your cap intrigues me. You know the reasons, don't you, (almost, said the clinging Spider) mighty crafter of Beaufort Number Ten. Even with two shots against you...well three if I am extra nasty and count 'killling', but I will not. Today, I checked the rising sun and she murmured to me, 'Be not petty'. That you are slightly short of our usual word count? Hmmm, fifteen lashes or at least a platter of truffles for your cheek.

The thing of which I'll not speak for the moment (for the Terminali will no doubt strike at you soon enough for it, maybe) I've decided to allow a pass. Let the decision deem me weak or rebellious, what does it matter? Neither affects me within these drip-stained walls.

I like the cap. Its essence lingers with me. I want it to rise. Therefore, Beaufort Number Ten rises, skilled VC. Know that I do you only a half turn, though. I take no blame for the stones or roses the Terminali may chuck at you when your moment arrives.

Merci for your submission. Let's see what happens.

Bonne chance,

G. DePlancher / The Floor / TQR

Sent while levitating from my own Bright Cloud.

THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR gets malkoviched

Dude,

The capital you sent is wild. But it didn't touch the monkey. Hoping your sanity "state" is groovy. It's really nice go weird, but art, or "art", must be maintained. Although, tell the truth, you could tots make mega-bucks at other mags. other mags love weird shit. and so, mister, goood luck, brutha.

Keep it unreal,

Boligard Doomey / www.tqrstories.com

Don't say that I'm ... damned for all time! Lisagor's BLOOD MONEY

Bonjour, Monsieur Lisagor:

Your submission, Blood Money, leaves me...affected. It is as though I was present as events unfolded. That is testament to the level of your skill in delivering details of them, in my humble opinion.

There are questions raised, to be certain. Is it plausible that an elder Afghani could find himself transplanted so easily to American soil and within a relatively short time (18 months?) thereafter could google his way to a specific target such as Hakeem managed in his location of Alexander?

The authority with which you craft Blood Money waives, for me, such concerns. The depth of the piece overrides them.

I have recommended the piece for further study by those among us more discerning in the reviewing of cap. Let's see if the oxen breathers in the Terminal praise or stomp Blood Money. Whatever the outcome, I will remain glad to have had the privilege of reading it.

With respect,

G. DePlancher The Floor, TQR

Sent while levitating from my own Bright Cloud.