Spleck 16th


"So you like my work? Thanks man.  it means a lot to me to have a high headed critic like what I do." Brush said with a smile, not that you could tell with the way that Brushes were created, with inexpressive faces, which meant they had to express themselves in their art.

 "No, I didn't say that Brush." The High headed one said, in such a way that I myself knew which way he was tipped to. Poor Brush, you could tell he really needed the affirmation of his work.

 "So you don't like it then?" He said and I could feel his ache through my force field that kept me safe from all the prying eyes that would love to get their hands, as it were, on this technology because who wouldn't want a field that both cloaks and allows you to get around all of Spleck as if you had fast legs?

 "I didn't say that either Brush. I just support the right of all Brushes to ply their trade, even if asses like Beret think they should sell coffee because they have no skill."

 Brush made a face. "What's wrong with selling coffee? IO sell coffee, even though what I'd rather do is my art, there's no money in it for me, yet and I don't have any desire to be a homeless brush.

 "Well, I meant nothing by that, I just meant to say having a job other than painting canvases.

 "But you've heard of me yes? Otherwise why would you be here?" Brush asked, as his hope level went up by the slightest of slightness that it could when he knew himself that he had no following and what he did for the joy of doing it.

 "Beret is aware of you and thinks that you should quit while you're ahead." The High headed one said, as kindly as he could, given the circumstances.

 "Do you mind Aaron? I am more than capable of speaking for myself." Beret said, and his words dripped with condescension.

 "Don't I know it Beret." Aaron said with a sigh and sad shaking of his head.

 "What you know Aaron is shockingly little, though to your credit, as much as I can give you any right now is that you know art and like me, are terribly disappointed in the work of this fool Brush."

 Aaron shook his head in the affirmative. "You're not wrong Beret, but the difference between us is I express myself with a kindness that you will never have for anyone. You've forgotten your humanity, if you ever had any."

 "I am perfect as I am Aaron and I will thank you not to question my humanity. I am Beret and I exist to critique art. And I am not here to be kind, for kindness is weak. Truth is what art is about and there's no truth in the terribly disappointing "work" of Brush Maiehew and he would do well to give up because he's just wasting his time with his supposed art." Brush was of course crushed by the definitive opinion of the great critic Beret. So widely known throughout all of Spleck that he needed but one name. Little did I know the depths of his assholery. Lucky for him I had to keep my technology safe or I would unclaok myself and give him a piece of my mind. But I couldn't do that so he was safe my rebuke, not that it would give him pause. I sighed and shook myself. Asses like him were the worst.

 Charles Petrie

Date
10-24-19

Time 
23:27-23:58=31

Word Count
597

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