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Tuesday, October 03, 2006

 

The Mirror: Folding Android

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: I watched a Letterman repeat.
W: Who was on the Letterman repeat?
M: Something at the door?
W: It sounds like the postman from the old Mr. Rogers show was on.
M: Only a few, such as "How are you?"
W: So they only exchanged a few pleasantries?
M: "I will arise and go now ..."
W: But then they got into major 20th-century poets.
M: What is that called, perseverating?
W: I am not even shading the truth.
M: Push the pedal of madness to its extreme.
W: Truth telling is madness in today's society, which is built on lies.
M: What sense?
W: There is no sense in it whatsoever.
M: I bet.
W: Don't tell me you're a booster!
M: Living things are driven by a heart that pulsates.
W: And resonates to anthems, I suppose.
M: We'll have to do some further exploration.
W: You want to put out an anthology of anthems?
M: If I raise my hand, is it effortless?
W: That depends on whether you're raising it in salute or protest.
M: The subject is like melted chewing gum on the pavement.
W: Very, very glutinously sticky.
M: Who was on the Letterman repeat?
W: I haven't been watching Letterman much lately.
M: (Goes, other covers table)
W: Are there two of you?
M: Very, very glutinously sticky.
W: Two of you stuck together, like conjoined twins?
M: Richard Foreman wants to shake up his audiences.
W: I listened to a radio interview with Richard Foreman and Travis Parent.
M: Very, very glutinously sticky.
W: Are you making pasta from scratch?
M: Nothing wrong with a few well-placed pats on the back.
W: Do you want me to compliment you?
M: No, the question was about filling in the blanks.
W: You were talking about chewing gum stuck to the pavement.
M: How many parts do you have?
W: You mean, like a car?
M: I'd like to keep it private.
W: Are you working on a top-secret android project?
M: I have eaten all the origami there is in the world.
W: Are you going to make a folding android out of paper?
M: Perhaps I won't open it just yet.
W: What will happen when the paper android gets opened like a letter?
M: Don't try to rewrite all my beliefs in one fell swoop.
W: Are you having trouble with suspension of disbelief?
M: No false modesty, now.
W: Occasionally I can induce a hypnotic/artistic trance in my audience.
M: How often has a name been less than appropriate?
W: When the "audience" is not listening.
M: It's a question of empathy, I suppose.
W: The audience and I have to be on the same emotional wavelength.
M: Are you short of cash?
W: All artists are perennially short of cash, except for the sellouts.
M: (Opens)
W: (Steps through magic door)
M: All artists are perennially short of cash, except for the sellouts.
W: Hey, it's just as bad in this room as in the old one!
M: What do you believe?
W: I would rather not think about belief.
M: It was a trick.
W: You thought you'd catch me off-guard?
M: What is the signal for fire?
W: (Makes smoke signals)
M: You thought you'd catch me off-guard?
W: No, I hoped you'd be watching the skies for the signal.
M: I have a pink hat.
W: That's funny, so do I!
M: That's all any of us can do.
W: All any of us can do is attempt to conform.
M: Well, we have an area of disagreement.
W: You think about that for a while, mull it over.
M: I am a person.
W: And I respect you as such.
M: Every kind of sweetness.
W: Including fulsome compliments.
M: You invented drums?
W: Someone was just advising that I write some drum machine sounds!
M: Now, yes.
W: Because they were impressed by me?
M: I'd call it relaxation.
W: A relaxation of standards, perhaps.
M: Are you hoping to achieve immortality?
W: Maybe with my work, but isn't that awfully silly?
M: I thought you perpetually were.
W: Yes, well, my expectations are continually lowering.
M: Of course.
W: Gotta go.
M: You tell me.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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