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Thursday, June 15, 2006

 

The Mirror: Unconscious Poems

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Not that I heard.
W: You didn't hear me say hello?
M: "Everything under the sun," except of course there are some places where sunlight doesn't reach.
W: What a dark thought.
M: Your voice creates clouds?
W: Do I depress you?
M: Don't bug me!
W: What has been going on with you today?
M: There was silence.
W: Someone must have offended you.
M: I think of my dreams while dreaming them.
W: You carry on the process of mentation even while unconscious.
M: Doesn't everybody want to be recognized?
W: Do you want to be recognized for your unconscious poems?
M: This is the story of the man who dressed as an angel.
W: Unconsciously, we all want to be angels.
M: I thought you hadn't heard me.
W: I heard every last drop of sensitivity.
M: Don't you think?
W: I don't think before speaking.
M: It looks like the building I'm inside of right now.
W: The memory palace?
M: Can you answer any of my important questions?
W: How important is your memory palace?
M: I heard every last drop of sensitivity.
W: A palace of sensitivity.
M: No, no, go on.
W: I cannot go on.
M: You carry on the process of mentation even while unconscious.
W: I will prostrate myself while the thoughts ooze out of me.
M: Is it my own?
W: It is all original, most original.
M: I heard every last drop of sensitivity.
W: Drip, drop, droop ...
M: Exactly.
W: Too much rain affected us this season.
M: When I fell down.
W: You slipped in a puddle?
M: If the door opens, be authentic.
W: Do you have a pair of galoshes?
M: No adolescents to be seen.
W: Adolescents wearing galoshes, slip-slopping around.
M: You might be able to change the future.
W: Guide those youths toward a future of appropriate footwear.
M: That shouldn't be hard.
W: You don't know teenagers!
M: I do need to get to work studying probability theory.
W: All right, I will let you go.
M: You don't have to believe me, but it might be nice if you did.
W: Goodbye!
M: Goodbye!

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