Jackson Blaine will be in red, like his face. Annabelle Targon's comments appear in blue, like her sad heart. Televar the Deluded Sycophant will have something to say in green, the color of money and envy. Hopefully, with each reconstruction, the truth will be as clear and apparent as the dawn in Vienna.
Before we can begin analysis of the photos, we need to establish the foundation. Hence, each decipherer will give their impressions of the genesis of this pivotal event.
| Todd Delzinko stepped back.
Before him, a panorama of human misery was visible, all
manner of sorrow and suffering apparent. He squeezed his
eyes shut to hold back tears, but he was too weak and
they spilled forth, salty and bitter. There would someday
be a reckoning, he told himself, but he knew that wasn't
true. In this cold, hostile world, there was no truth.
Only pain and debt. With debt on his mind, Todd turned and surveyed the carnage behind him. It was even worse than what he had been looking at before. It was so bad he had to clench his teeth to hold back his vomit, but it came anyway, salty and bitter. With a grimace, Todd wiped his mouth and shook his head. He was sickened and terribly unhappy. Nothing seemed to matter now, but Todd had to keep going. He had a thousand miles to go and one step to start it all. The time for childish things was past. |
| Love oozed from every pore of
Delzinko's being. I am so happy he though
happily. It is time for me to discover the extent of
my new love. Todd walked around his small, cramped
apartment. He stepped carefully over Fritz, who had
collapsed hauling Todd's seventy-four pounds of laundry
back from the laundromat. The entire journey was uphill. I
need to share my new found wealth of emotion and
happiness Todd decided mentally. He wondered about
watching television but remembered that he was beyond
that. He had transcended the cheap and tawdry
entertainments that had previously composed his being. Todd arrived in his bedroom and looked around. Every surface was coated with dust and grime. This will not do thought Todd and he began to wipe up the dirt with one of the flannel shirts that exclusively composed his wardrobe. He threw away all of his old jeans, which had turned an unpleasant muddy blue, and took his remaining possessions to a pawn shop. His electronic equipment, all lovingly cared for and often built from scratch, netted him $40. For his extensive collection of vintage pornography, Todd received $350. With his newfound wealth, he went to Dillard's and bought a shirt and two pairs of bright yellow shorts on clearance. Now is the time Todd thought that I will completely turn over a new leaf and be a new person. Forever. |
| You know the feeling you get when some idiot comes over to your house and gets greasy smudges all over your wall? That RF (righteous fury) was guiding my hand when I struck down the usurper who sought to steal my newspaper this morning. I can only hypothesize that such anger forced Todd Delzinco to BTOS (break on through to the other side) and WRW (walk the road to wisdom). Nonetheless, we know where he arrived and we know what it meant. Out with evolution; in with revolution! |
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| Check out the AAP (angry animal passion) that is barely caged in Delzinco's soul. An anger we can't even comprehend unsuccessfully hides itself behind those eyes. The rounded hair curling into his eye sits like a poised tiger, ready to strike with a devastating blow that will TYWP (tear your world to pieces). Even callous-hearted as I am, I pity the poor fool who has decided to sit next to Todd on this day, when he will declare his manhood by destroying ES (everything in sight), just like the Blaine family has for years. I remember my own COA (coming of age). My father, 'Ragtop' Wilson Blaine, offered me a large sledgehammer and a powerful electric drill. He said I would have to choose one and it would determine the course of my life. After a few moments of TLC (thoughtful, logical consideration), I kicked him in the shin, took the sledgehammer, hit him in the head, took the drill, fastened his feet to the ground and tore down a nearby supermarket. The police tried to stop my rampage, but they soon learned that you cannot turn back the tide of Nature's fury personified. After I razed the neighborhood, I sowed the soil with salt. Nothing will grow there for decades. |
| Todd tilted his head; he didn't
believe he'd heard the Hollywood agent correctly.
Finally, after so many years of being a naked extra in
direct-to-video movies; after so many years of sleeping
in alleyways behind movies studios; after so many years
of being forced to do the humiliating bunny dance for
curious movie producers; after all this, Todd would be a
star! The movie was a sure-fire hit; it already had so
many digital effects that all the grahical enhancements
Todd would need didn't even matter. His speech would be
dubbed in by an accomplished British actor and his
clothes would be chosen for him by a fashion-conscious
committee. Nothing could stand in Todd's way now, except
for the other fellow considered for the part. His name
was 'G,' like his hat said. He had it all: a fast car, a
new blender, a dozen drug addictions. What did Todd have? His spirit. And his bunny dance. With a slight grimace, Todd stood. He shed the constrictive clothing that would prevent totally free movement. G appeared aghast as he saw the movie role slipping away; Todd was hopping like a madman and he would not stop for all the rice in China! |
| Man, I sure am happy to be
sitting here thought Todd. He looked around, a
slight smile on his face. I am so glad I am finally
doing something about my life. Before this, I was too
busy being paranoid and worried about money to be as
happy as I am now. "Hey," said Todd to Tony, who was sitting next to him. "What's up?" Tony replied, "Not much. I am just here to turn over a new leaf like you. Before this, I was not happy. I was full of anger and sorrow. All I wanted was for someone to understand me. Now, I can be understood because we are all the same here. We are all people bleeding love like a guy who's fallen off a tall building. It consumes us with its force." "Yeah," said Todd. He thought Tony is so right. I feel like I fell off a building and landed in a new place where I can be happy instead of the way I was when I wasn't happy. This guy needs watching in the future. And the two sat in pleasant silence. Nothing else was going on yet. |
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| Man, thought Delzinko,
I sure am thirsty and full of longing for a tasty
beverage with which to quench this all-consuming thirst,
much like each of us in this crazy world longs for
something we can never receive. Todd looked around
and wondered about the wonder of his life. Willy walked up with some V8. He had found the V8 in his path, as if it was destined to be there. Even though he didn't feel like drinking V8 and he actually hated it, Willy picked it up. He saw Todd and decided to talk to him. "Hey man," said Willy, "what's going on with you?" "I'm just sitting here thinking about life, man," replied Todd dreamily because he was a dreamer whose time to dream had arrived. "How is life with you, stranger?" "Well," Willy said, "there-in lies a tale. You see, I have been wandering the county for a month now, looking for the man who killed my cousin Joe. The sherriff of this here town was frightened by my determination and so he made me a deputy because he couldn't stand for vigilante justice. Now, I can't seem to find the evil perpetrators and it's whittling away at my soul. I'm starting to randomly shoot people, but I won't shoot you. I'll give you this V8." Willy gave Todd the V8 and left to find the man who killed his brother. Delzinko realized that Tony had been the criminal in question; he smiled and drank the V8, even though he didn't like it either. After all, nobody really likes V8; we just drink it because everyone tells us it is healthy. |
| It is said that the animal passion can only be slaked with the blood of the innocent. Now, I've never tested this hypothesis myself, but my Uncle Remi swears by it. Could this poor soul be trying to hold back the basic, primal urges of Delzinco with his offering of a bottle of warm V8? If so, he will find himself the VHOP (victim of his own ploy). Look at Delzinco's eyes; look at his swollen neck. He is no longer human. He has surpassed all limitations placed on him by society. He has degenerated to the state of IS (ignoble savage) and will strike with GHW (God's holy wrath) until all that opposes him is destroyed. Jackson Blaine recognizes the ME (mark of evil) when it is grafted onto someone's facial expressions. I once rode a subway train next to a tiny, sweaty man. His odor offended me and I moved to object to his nearby presence, but I stepped back when I saw, tattooed on his twitchy mouth and shifty eyes, the TB (threat of the Beast). He would soon crack and shatter those around him with the resounding thunderclap of explosive evil intentions. I knew not to get involved, except that, as we left, he tailed me. My OWL (options were limited) so I struck first, cleaving his face into a mish-mash of diverging parts with one blow of my hefty fist. The Beats staggered back as I cried loudly, my anger pounding my brain into submission in favor of feral reaction. I hurled my mass forward, rending the exiting crowd apart, my fingers greedily grasping for the man I had to destroy to protect myself. TRWN (the reckoning was now)! Several passengers assailed me, revealing their hidden motives with their cries to stop and vain attempts to hold back the human equivalent of a hurricane. I tossed them aside, favoring none with mercy. Some fool blasted me with Mace, increasing my thirst for vengeance, but then another tasered me, depriving my pulsating muscles with the nervous signals necessary to maneuver them. I collapsed in a heap, but I knew I had accomplished a VGD (very good deed) that day. That was the only reward I required. |
| Todd Delzinko lay in a field of angry dwarves. Each dwarf was part of a different club and they all wanted Todd to join their organization so they would have a majority. Todd didn't know what to do, so he smiled at each one in turn, hoping not to anger any of them further. They began to howl and yank on their dwarven beards, cursing Todd's indecision. Some of them began to wave hammers threateningly. What was there to do? Todd Delzinko leapt to his feet, brushing away the dwarves. He began to run, his feet pounding the ground, with an army of dwarves trailing behind. A wise man held a V8 bottle so Todd sprang into it, screwing the cap on behind himself, and his shadow assumed his visage. The dwarves arrived, huffing and puffing and leaning on one another, and the shadow Todd ate them all. Then he took the V8 and drank it. Afterwards, everyone wandered off. |
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| Exploding outward from a single
point, globs of stuff and globes of energy pelting the wall of the void scum will rise to the top and ring round the rim of the universe. But that is not the rub of it we can scrub at it and try to put the tub on it but why? Ought not we to accept the corpse of the dawning day adrift on a raft in the liquid home of night. Idiot! I know of nothing in the tome to qualify the actions of a few in the context of the many's welfare except for old Horsebuckle on the Fly. Wear a bowtie; it's silly. And maybe you won't be first against the wall. |
| Todd turned around and there
was a young girl named Consuela. She was a doctor and she
was on her way to Costa Rica where she would start a
medical practice, make lots of money and buy people like
Todd Delzinko over breakfast. Todd knew power when he saw
it and he said, "I think that there is too much
disrespect for our social betters." Consuela nodded and thought When the revolution comes, I will put you against the wall first. She replied, "That is very true. It is why I became a doctor. To help people." Todd nodded his head. He wanted to be a doctor now. He thought If only I was a doctor, I could also help people. Maybe it was fate that lead me to meet Consuela here on the border of dream and reality and Costa Rica. Consuela opened a tin of peanuts and ate some of them. She offered one to Todd but Todd was allergic to peanuts so he couldn't take it. She sneered at him and punched him in the nose. Then she applied pressure, staunched the bleeding and put a sling on his face. "That oughta hold it," she said, satisfied. "My work here is done." Consuela left for Costa Rica and Todd realized he was on the brink of a very important discovery that would forever change his life and times. His face also hurt, but that wasn't uncommon. |
| There's a syndrome in Todd Delzinco's eyes; there's an illness or a plague of some sort. I know what it is; I've seen it in my coworkers and friends. Every male suffers it when they're around Jackson Blaine. It's AMDD (alpha male deficiency disorder) and it leads to conflict every time. Whenever I am in the same room as another male, they bristle and try to threaten me with overt gesticulations, but I am never cowed. I never admit defeat! If they press me too hard, I wrestle them to the ground and force them to concede defeat. They have to realize that I am the alpha male, no matter who is around. If Todd Delzinco tried to assert dominance over me, I would crush him like a bug. Look into his eyes in the photograph; he knows. He fears me. You all fear me. I'm the AM (alpha male)! |
Now... Todd Delzinko becomes a man!! (maybe)
