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| post | Code Rainbow, I repeat, Code Rainbow! | 2018-05-25 |
It’s been a little bit quiet recently. Haven’t you noticed? The tang of cynicism in the air is fading. Part of that is down to my consumed silence. But there is another more serious lack…
The angel appears to have flown…
That’s right. Radio silence from Where Angels Fear. For more than a whole week. That can’t be anything good!
Course it’s entirely possible that he’s off on one of his legendary and lengthy benders.
Or has disappeared to another platform, putting on another name and face as easy as you or I would put on a coat.
But, dear reader. But….
I don’t think so!
I’ve been doing a little detekivery and I believe I have solved the case of the vanished Angel.
Look here at his most recent post.
Free hugs? Free hugs??
Sunshine and fucking rainbows?!
Dear oh dear.
I know what has happened here, ladies, gentleman and those of mysterious and indistinct gender.
I believe our dear Angel actually attempted it! Attempted optimism.
Obviously, we all know the result of that…
...
Yes, what’s that?
Oh. You don’t know?
Maybe he didn’t either, poor fool.
Either way… what happens when a cynic attempts optimism is…
Black meet white. Dark meet light.
Matter meet antimatter.
Kaboom.
The cynic disappears in a puff of rainbow sparkles and Bullshit.
I thought everyone knew that.