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Saturday, January 06, 2007

 

The Mirror: If fishes were houses, braggarts would raid

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Didn't you prefer the old days, when there were major problems?
W: Seems to me the problems have only just attained their majority.
M: Did he do a good job of it?
W: He blessed the problems and sent them packing.
M: Is there poetry in your life?
W: Not as much as I would like.
M: Yes, a dime is always 10 cents, but it can be spent on anything.
W: If we spend ourselves on rust, there is always a way to be found out.
M: Where we disappear, it’s never crowded.
W: Crowds, and the madness thereof ...
M: You're so right, sarcasm is not helpful.
W: You brought me up short with that one.
M: A surprise.
W: Would you like to do a comedy routine?
M: The handling of dead souls.
W: Comics say they "killed" at a certain venue.
M: (All keys in wall locks)
W: (All locks in key walls)
M: Do you want to correct my grammar again?
W: No, I was making a screenplay on words.
M: I am beautiful, if not strange.
W: Are you strange?
M: You see?
W: I see what?
M: Crowds, and the madness thereof ...
W: People are kind of scary and on the edge these days.
M: Are you talking about your own glass, the glass of your being?
W: If only I were made of glass!
M: You brought me up short with that one.
W: Wouldn't you want to be made of Venetian glass if you could?
M: I have a human shield.
W: I have a glass shield.
M: People are kind of scary and on the edge these days.
W: That's why I wouldn't want to be shielded by one.
M: (Seven swords, extracted, returned)
W: Tarot deck?
M: Mine is the only universe.
W: The universe of Tarot?
M: Please, don't make the effort on my behalf.
W: OK, I'll stop trying to be polite about New Age foolishness.
M: What changes it?
W: Horse sense, I'll wager.
M: Did you see one in real life?
W: I have seen horses, more than once.
M: It's really happening on a whole other emotional level, which is very emotional as far as he's concerned.
W: Is he Samuel?
M: (Inside a railing, French apartment building)
W: If fishes were houses, braggarts would raid ...
M: I can't see it.
W: It's just a quadruple pun, of no special account.
M: Continue.
W: I can't, I must leave you now.
M: We are all puppets.
W: (Twitches strings)
M: I don't believe it.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 3 seconds ... Goodbye!

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