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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

 

The Mirror: No thieves in my gene pool

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Which god do you choose from available pantheons?
W: I choose no god.
M: Four hands lay on the table, and the table felt inclined to tilt.
W: I choose no séance.
M: Aren't you tired yet?
W: I am a little bit tired.
M: Which one?
W: Which kind of tired?
M: Right now, right here: Escape.
W: There is no escape.
M: Would you fall down and worship it?
W: "I worship the wisdom of no escape."
M: A tremendous airplane says, "Look, I fly into your head and release packages."
W: Packages of wisdom?
M: I pass the building, and spell the words "Hotel Radio."
W: Are you skywriting?
M: I can sort of wrap it around myself.
W: You can't grab clouds, but they can wreathe around you.
M: That was not very surprising.
W: That's me, stating the obvious since 2003.
M: What would I have to do?
W: You would have to accept the obvious.
M: My life began with an explosion.
W: The Big Bang theory of birth?
M: Packages of wisdom?
W: They're in our DNA.
M: I know, I am being silly.
W: Am I being silly?
M: Are you skywriting?
W: I'll write, "I am silly," across the blue sky in white writing.
M: Life in the key of mist.
W: Yeah, let's get misty.
M: Packages of wisdom?
W: Wisdom is found, or lost, in the mist.
M: I am proud of my own sangfroid.
W: It's not all that cool to be cool.
M: I changed rooms.
W: Where did you go?
M: Is that power?
W: It could be power to change rooms in the middle of a sentence.
M: Well, if death is a machine, it produces pure change.
W: Is death just like stepping from one room to another?
M: What are you leaving out?
W: The pain, obviously.
M: I had better be on my guard, you might do something self-serving.
W: But I can serve us both at the same time.
M: (Erases)
W: Are you taking back your last remark?
M: (Puts "snow" on the list of white things, along with "salt")
W: Add "cumulus clouds" to that list, if you would.
M: Let's find out.
W: Let's see what's really on your list.
M: Don't worry.
W: I'm sure it's a fascinating, if impenetrable, list.
M: (First enters)
W: Sorry, I must go, they've given me the nod.
M: Does deep water scare you?
W: (Goes to shallow end)
M: That?
W: Yes, the shallow end of the gene pool.
M: Are you afraid we'll injure ourselves by climbing over the windowsill?
W: No thieves in my gene pool.
M: It could be power to change rooms in the middle of a sentence.
W: I have to run through a lot of rooms to get out of here.
M: Don't be chained to a job you hate.
W: I don't hate this job.
M: But I can serve us both at the same time.
W: But I have to go.
M: That is invisible to me.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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