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Wednesday, October 04, 2006

 

The Mirror: My Don't-Wants Are Flaming Away

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Did you conceal your question?
W: Oh yes, I have a secret question, concealed by cunning and bafflement.
M: The water is close by.
W: Do you have a spirit-boat?
M: He went to write such a thing on a piece of available paper.
W: You think I am clever.
M: Will that make it difficult to know whether or not it's me doing the talking?
W: No, because we share a terrific intelligence.
M: Protect yourselves with the aid of sherpas.
W: Are we climbing that high?
M: Don't misinterpret my decision to go.
W: Are you going for fame and fortune?
M: Oh, I know that, you don't have to tell me!
W: Are you going to be a spokesperson for some corporate product?
M: I can remember from one sentence to the next, at least.
W: All the spokesperson has to do is look good and read cue cards.
M: Do the prizes in the Crackerjack box worship you as their god?
W: I feel pulled down by variant claims.
M: I'm game.
W: Let's play the Crackerjack game.
M: A painting about pain.
W: Crackerjack conceals pain.
M: But I don't want to repeat on this.
W: You don't want to talk about Crackerjack anymore?
M: No, because we share a terrific intelligence.
W: So you think we should be aiming higher, climbing conceptual peaks.
M: I made the window appear.
W: And you could make it go.
M: Are we climbing that high?
W: We're not climbing Mount Everest, I don't think.
M: Isn't it noisy?
W: That would be the howling winds, I suppose.
M: Are we climbing that high?
W: I don't even think I could make it to base camp.
M: Correction: I semi-forget.
W: You can't forget yourself on Everest.
M: I invented an airplane with bananas for engines.
W: Do bananas grow in the Himalayas?
M: I can't think of a pun fast enough.
W: Me neither, let's go on.
M: Shhh!
W: Why did you shush me?
M: Yes, the Web, the door to "cyberspace."
W: But why did I have to be quiet for that?
M: Oh no, that wouldn't make any sense.
W: Unless we were trying to listen to some very quiet voices.
M: Is that what this stuff is?
W: It is silent voices.
M: It's called an entrance.
W: Are you making a grand entrance?
M: Ah, you had your eyes closed after all.
W: No, I didn't close my eyes except for short blinks.
M: My organization depends on external factors.
W: What factors?
M: We can't make the leap to certitude.
W: You're not sure of the funding sources for your organization?
M: Probably not yet.
W: Better not buy any advertising yet, then.
M: Unless we were trying to listen to some very quiet voices.
W: Not John Q Public, but his weird cousin.
M: My tears are caught in my throat.
W: Cry for the marginal among us!
M: You're not sure of the funding sources for your organization?
W: I have no organization, and no funds.
M: I welcome what something else has been able to do with this raw material (me).
W: That something else would be me, I suppose.
M: Not John Q Public, but his weird cousin.
W: Apparently I am considered quite weird.
M: (Sit, music rise, sleep)
W: And boring.
M: Did you see one in real life?
W: What, a Miami Dolphin?
M: Are your wants on hold?
W: Yes, but my don't-wants are flaming away.
M: I think he's standing next to you, not me.
W: I have no interest in talking to a football player.
M: Right, I just use electric lights, more's the pity.
W: You use electric lights to read great books by, instead of watching TV.
M: So nothing inside me is serious.
W: Is that the effects the greats have on you?
M: How come?
W: You feel flippant in response to their profundity, it's a form of jealousy.
M: Trying to remember?
W: I can no more.
M: I should decide how we are going to decide.
W: I have to decide to go.
M: Probably because that would take too much time away from your obsession!
W: Don't accuse me of that!
M: Who, me?
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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