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Stu Spirals Deeper And Deeper Into His Whirlpool of Chocolate Flavored Depression

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Uploaded by on Jul 23, 2010

Not even chocolate pudding can stand in his way

Song is "Crying" by Paul Collier

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  • Today, local schoolchildren gather outside of the abandoned Pickles residence. Its decrepit shutters hang limp, and the door has long since been boarded up. Still, the locals speak in hushed tones of the tortured husk of a man that presumably still lurks within.

    Stu Pickles' sad tale has long since faded into legend. Occasionally, teenagers will muster up the courage to enter the destroyed home. They all return,shaken, telling of the withered soul that stands within the dark kitchen,stirring.

  • i can imagine morgan freeman reading the top two comments for this

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  • ...any soul remaining gradually beaten down into a weariness that nearly made him burst into tears to recognise. Gradually, dully, Stu became aware Diane was still waiting for an answer.

    "I've lost control of my life," he said.

  • ...pudding, this room, this reality, turn to his wife and embrace her. "Love me," he'd say, and she would; the pain would evaporate, the crushing loneliness that had come to define his life would be gone. But he knew this was a fantasy - she was only here in bewilderment at his being up at this hour, endlessly stirring, stirring to please his niece with nothing in return. Glancing at his reflection in the polished chrome of the side of a pot, Stu's eyes looked back at him, tired, haggard, ...

  • ...river or the soothing swish of the ocean. He remembered eating chocolate by the sea when he was a boy, how the sweetness and calm were enough in his innocence, how the world was simple back then, even when he first met Diane, when they'd danced in spring rain, walked and talked on summer paths, kicked through autumn leaves and fallen over laughing together on frozen winter ponds. How had it all faded so quickly? Was this his existence now? Stu felt a powerful urge to damn the chocolate...

  • ...so passionately in their youth, the one that crept up into her blue eyes like the first break of dawn over calm seas. He wanted her to look at him without that judgement, so crippling in its guise of concern - wanted her to understand that he was labouring in the depths of the night for love of his niece, knowing he would receive no thanks or respect for his efforts, here alone in the never-ending electric reality of his kitchen, staring into a pot of chocolate for want of a cool-running...

  • "Why on Earth are you making chocolate pudding?" As his wife enquired as to what he was doing at this hour, part of Stu wanted to stop endlessly stirring the liquid before him, end the hypnosis of that sugary brown treat whose gentle sweetness he would never taste, leave this damnable room with its trappings of modern suburbia, walk upstairs with the woman who had once commanded his soul and make love to her as he had before their marriage. He wanted to make her smile the smile he'd enjoyed...

  • this is so deep

  • DGTinderbox4lif3 I let the music cinematically play while I read your comment XD

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