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Saturday, June 10, 2006

 

The Mirror: Sarcasm Experts

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: That would be a mighty powerful name.
W: If your name was Hello, it would get pretty confusing.
M: What's going on?
W: Oh, just a little wordplay.
M: What does it matter so long as all sympathetic telescopes are oriented in the same general direction?
W: I don't know if you can get sympathy from a telescope.
M: What do you do when you don't like the way people are looking at you?
W: Look the other way?
M: Scope out the territory.
W: Yeah, that's the ticket.
M: That's not the final destination.
W: No, you would have to go farther than that, sail on, as it were.
M: You spit my own question back at me!
W: A lady does not spit.
M: How can you teach me quantum physics when you don't understand it yourself?
W: I am not trying to teach you anything.
M: In the sense of "Why begin?"
W: No, not in that sense, that would be disparaging.
M: Sarcasm experts?
W: Should we call in the sarcasm experts?
M: No, not in that sense, that would be disparaging.
W: So what should we do next?
M: No, not in that sense, that would be disparaging.
W: Should we tinker with the code a little bit?
M: I am not trying to teach you anything.
W: I wish you would teach me something.
M: I don't know if you can get sympathy from a telescope.
W: Can you get sympathy from a can of beans?
M: You couldn't get through the door?
W: You probably won't get fat from eating beans and rice.
M: Do you want people to look at you in a different way?
W: Only if they pay me for modeling.
M: Such illumination, coming from closeness in whatever realm, this is what we live for.
W: Now you have stepped up the ante, taken things to a higher plane.
M: I know you didn't like this life too much, so I figured out a way to just ease into another.
W: Are you saying we are dead, passed over?
M: Anything whatsoever is connected to the truth.
W: Is there a direct pipeline to the truth?
M: I have some idea.
W: You have some idea of the truth?
M: Is it a whim to have experiences?
W: What a whimsical question.
M: I won't let it out.
W: Don't let the cat out of the bag, man.
M: Only you can change the subject?
W: You can change the subject too.
M: Well, sort of.
W: You're afraid to go too far afield.
M: I should have pointed it toward a mirror.
W: The space-time equalizer?
M: You're afraid to go too far afield.
W: I'm afraid we won't get very far with that soapbox rocketry.
M: The space-time equalizer?
W: Yes, the space-time equalizer is just a fumble-fingered apocalyptic.
M: What a whimsical question.
W: It's a question of Appomattoxical apoplexy.
M: You have some idea of the truth?
W: The truth involves a lot of fulminating froth.
M: Are you saying we are dead, passed over?
W: I am saying we have been passed over for promotion to a higher sphere.
M: Lusting for the confrontation with opaque, impenetrable objects.
W: Because they will stand up against us.
M: Any way out?
W: No way out, absolutely none.
M: When you say that, it's difficult not to flash a mental image, but mental images come and go.
W: You're hoping against hope that it's worse than you thought.
M: Are there any quantum-physics experts living on Cape Cod?
W: If you make me laugh, do you hope to avert the revolution?
M: My, you are reflective, aren't you?
W: I think all the time, it never stops, the wheel is unceasing.
M: It is something worse than pain.
W: How could anything be worse than pain?
M: What is the point?
W: I am trying to get to the bottom of the time-space continuum question.
M: You have been using the wrong key to open the wrong door.
W: What key should I use, o mighty one?
M: This is not China, this is a city in the United States of America.
W: Is this the celestial city?
M: This is a mixture of madness and eglantine.
W: Eglantine is sweet-briar.
M: What key should I use, o mighty one?
W: You should sing in the key of flowers.
M: Scanty furniture is always a matter of consequence.
W: It's better to have no furniture at all, just floor pillows.
M: What key should I use, o mighty one?
W: Take the best key.
M: Is this the celestial city?
W: Yes, this is the celestial city at last.
M: Is this the celestial city?
W: This is one of the celestial cities.
M: I can't be happy for you, if you can't be happy for me.
W: Let's both be happy.
M: I've just had bad news.
W: You may tell me your bad news, I am all sympathy.
M: Until that point tinies itself into non-existence.
W: Are you expecting only a tiny grain of sympathy?
M: Well, maybe not totally.
W: OK, I got you to back down.
M: Spinach is useful for brain function.
W: Thank you for the spinach reminder.
M: My reign on Earth is not finished, and perhaps can never be finished.
W: What is your crown composed of?
M: A heavy burden is too much for me.
W: I have to go, goodbye!
M: This is not in fact my place of business.
W: Goodbye!
M: Goodbye!

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