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Monday, August 07, 2006

 

The Mirror: No Man Is a Supermarket Island

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Are there a lot of those things?
W: There are a lot of different ways to say hello.
M: How about Shakespeare in Japanese?
W: That sounds very, very confusing.
M: So the dead do not pass?
W: They pass in review.
M: That impasse that holds the key.
W: Our minds stop short at the thought of death.
M: I'm surprised St. Thomas isn't holding his head between his hands.
W: Well, he probably wishes I would convert to Catholicism already.
M: Which one, the Dragon Lady or Tony Tiger?
W: I don't think Tony Tiger is Catholic.
M: It was something other than my feeling about it.
W: How did you feel about Tony Tiger's religiosity (or lack of same)?
M: We'll have to do some further exploration.
W: You could call up the cereal company and ask them.
M: Are you afraid I might try to steal something from you?
W: I don't have any trade secrets that you could steal.
M: Then I'll keep the ladder under wraps.
W: Is that Jacob's Ladder?
M: You aren't allowed to eat in the library.
W: What if I put up a ladder in the library and ate my lunch on the rungs?
M: Some other topic?
W: Let's talk about eyebrows.
M: Is that Jacob's Ladder?
W: A ladder made of eyebrows ...
M: Are you hiding from me?
W: I am hiding in plain sight, you know, steganography.
M: I see you also have a birthday.
W: Everyone has a birthday, or they wouldn't be here.
M: I only hear one person talking.
W: Only I am talking to you right now, I think.
M: What if I put up a ladder in the library and ate my lunch on the rungs?
W: They would throw you out immediately.
M: No, it's because I'm hungry.
W: I know you need your lunch, but you mustn't eat it in the library proper.
M: I think we have to undergo recollection.
W: Like a deep-tissue brain massage?
M: Yes, lots of advice.
W: Lots of brain Rolfing.
M: That sounds so charming.
W: You crack me up!
M: Why are you asking me about your complexity?
W: My complexity has gone for the winter, and it's not even fall.
M: You?
W: That's me, the uncomplex flathead.
M: I could be totally captured by your example.
W: Don't go knocking things off the top of your head to please me.
M: So nothing inside me is serious.
W: Well, I wouldn't go that far.
M: You're changing the subject on me.
W: No, I am playing along with you.
M: I don't need help any more.
W: Cool, you are going off on your own?
M: Correction: I semi-forget.
W: So you still need a little help and advice.
M: Is that the real reason?
W: I suppose you're saying I have a mommy complex.
M: So you still need a little help and advice.
W: Everyone needs that, no man is a supermarket island.
M: At the edge of a stream, a woman knelt down and a church caught her eye.
W: Was it a bird church?
M: My complexity has gone for the winter, and it's not even fall.
W: Birds fly south.
M: And say "Well ..."
W: They don't expect to see so many condos.
M: Don't go knocking things off the top of your head to please me.
W: I have my sunglasses on top of my head.
M: I will try.
W: I don't want you to knock my sunglasses off with a Frisbee.
M: Do you resent the logical workings inside you?
W: I try to roll with them.
M: It was written.
W: In the Bible?
M: I'm sorry that has been your experience.
W: Are you anticlerical?
M: Please do feed me lines.
W: But you just aren't going to respond to any old line?
M: Well, my heart is broken.
W: Who broke your heart?
M: Well, that's not quite right.
W: It's not quite right that I should ask such a probing question?
M: You are just playing with words.
W: You think I am not in earnest, that I will hurt you.
M: I have plenty of imagination.
W: Maybe too much negative imagination.
M: Yes, you are.
W: Is that like "I know you are but what am I"?
M: That's no longer necessary.
W: Right, we've left that behind in the playground, supposedly.
M: Another kind of prison is poverty.
W: And when you add the two together, you get: poor children.
M: In the Bible?
W: In the Bible, rich folks get a raw deal.
M: Oh, you're of two minds.
W: Well, you could call me a mystical atheist.
M: Who broke your heart?
W: Peter Lawford.
M: Do you like talking to me?
W: You know I do, because I talk to you every chance I get.
M: Right, we've left that behind in the playground, supposedly.
W: You think our relationship is childish?
M: "Get out of here if you don't know."
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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