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Friday, September 22, 2006

 

The Mirror: You Stumble, I'll Go

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Haven't you ever had a frayed cord?
W: Sometimes it seems that the vest of my personality is nothing but!
M: Disconnected, it wounds and it counts.
W: The fabric of personal reality is coming apart!
M: That's for my friend getting a PhD in sociology.
W: Oh, so you are gathering all my replies into a psych quiz?
M: I think we must be.
W: But you said you had a friend getting a PhD in sociology.
M: Now my words are bags of water formed from a porous material that holds nothing.
W: Sponges are living creatures, libraries of thought.
M: Life is the opposite.
W: A non-thought life?
M: A very great deal is at stake.
W: You make it sound so important!
M: You may answer directly to me.
W: So I should report to you, is what you're saying?
M: It is not my isolation which worries me.
W: Which begs the question, is it your sociability which worries you?
M: Is it impossible to get enough rest to recharge your batteries?
W: I would say yes, after 40 it is.
M: You can't.
W: You just plain can't, you are winding down.
M: I don't want an exploding front yard.
W: I'd say it's worse when the back yard explodes, the neighbors won't help.
M: God holds all human voices in (H)is head.
W: Why bring (G)od into it?
M: I think you can only sort of say hello to yourself.
W: (G)od saying hello to itself.
M: I would say yes, after 40 it is.
W: (G)od must be older than 40.
M: How much would you charge for a meticulous recreation of the Last Supper?
W: I would give negative money, they'd have to pay me.
M: You just plain can't, you are winding down.
W: I want to do something that is really fun, baby, I want to live the high life!
M: I see it, because I just said it!
W: You didn't say it, I said it!
M: Good, then you can focus on what I am saying.
W: I am all attention, but I am going to cheat now.
M: That is an error of perception.
W: I only think that I'm cheating?
M: How would you describe me, Doctor?.
W: I would say you are far from etherized.
M: I don't know either.
W: Is that a pun on "ether"?
M: It costs so much that people can no longer afford it.
W: The pun-making machinery behind the popular blog.
M: I thought I recognized that.
W: Yes, I paraphrased Joni Mitchell, a great pop lyricist.
M: I am a bit down-at-heel these days, Don Quixote.
W: I know a lot of people who eschew high heels.
M: Is he the ghost of Macbeth?
W: The ghost of Macbeth might have worn chopines.
M: Is Thomas in the ghetto?
W: I know some Toms.
M: So it's extra?
W: It costs extra to find out about all the Toms I know.
M: I'd call it relaxation.
W: People say that when they don't want to pay for someone else's effort.
M: I know a lot of people who eschew high heels.
W: Are they chewing up the scenery?
M: What's your line of work?
W: Scriptwriting, what did you think?
M: Oh, don't cry over that, unless you are crying for beauty.
W: I ache for beauty, which is few and far between.
M: It takes mystery to make a good illusion.
W: Is Beauty an illusion?
M: I ache for beauty, which is few and far between.
W: So you ache for an illusion.
M: Purged of all normal, emotional pre-conditioning.
W: Are we pre-conditioned to worship illusion?
M: The Idiot Savant usually carries around a duck in a cage.
W: Does he worship the duck, or the cage?
M: It would require more than X-ray vision to do that.
W: So you have to see deep into the molecules?
M: Neither am I.
W: You can't see that deep?
M: Sometimes the mirror reflects nothing.
W: The empty cup is the way to Nirvana, I've heard.
M: Appear normal, speculate wildly.
W: On that note, I will leave you.
M: That is to say, a point that doesn't exist: all-powerful.
W: Point out that point to the next comer.
M: This stumbling, this short circuit, alone holds the key.
W: You stumble, I'll go.
M: But Wallace Stevens said it was just a shade, a dust.
W: We just don't know what life is, all right?
M: How would you spend your wealth properly?
W: On a goodbye-saying machine!
M: Being highly intelligent doesn't always open life's doors.
W: I am closing the door.
M: What's wrong?
W: Nothing, I just have to go.
M: We just don't know what life is, all right?
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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