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Friday, March 30, 2007

 

The Mirror: Rejoice anyway, without cause

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: Oh, it'll take quite a long time.
W: What will take so long?
M: That will never happen as long as we are really good friends.
W: In our friendship, Time ceases to exist?
M: This is interesting.
W: Is it an "infinite game"?
M: Know me for my input not my consumption.
W: But the input comes from me!
M: I see an old cash register every night in my dreams.
W: Did you used to be a clerk at Woolworth's?
M: Nor the number of arms.
W: Arms, like on slot machines?
M: Especially since it may or may not be real.
W: One-Armed Bandits are real, in Vegas.
M: I experienced something.
W: Did you gamble in Vegas, and put it on your résumé?
M: To prove the efficacy of my cure, I will not act, well, non-insane.
W: Did you go to Vegas for a gambling cure?
M: I don't have a copy of the periodic table of the elements.
W: What do you know about radioactive isotopes?
M: That has presumption built into it.
W: I presume you've at least heard the phrase "radioactive isotopes"?
M: I have 28 cents.
W: For a quarter, I'll tell you all I know about radioactive isotopes.
M: One-Armed Bandits are real, in Vegas.
W: There were nuclear tests in the Vegas desert, I believe.
M: Can I help you?
W: Are you remembering your Woolworth's soda-fountain days?
M: Did you gamble in Vegas, and put it on your résumé?
W: I don't gamble, I only have 28 cents.
M: You have to expect that at this time of year.
W: Will I make more in the summer?
M: One-Armed Bandits are real, in Vegas.
W: I won't go to Vegas.
M: But she needn't have been afraid.
W: No fear that I'll go to Vegas.
M: Do the trees worship you?
W: They do, with their green leaves, so they must be experiencing a letdown.
M: There's a machine at work here.
W: It's called a "desktop computer."
M: I bead: the bead drawn.
W: Are you siting something?
M: Or exhibiting genteel behavior in the face of disaster inside bad neighborhoods?
W: There are no bad neighborhoods as such around here.
M: I knew you did, it was myself who didn't.
W: What are we talking about?
M: In short, the patterns which determine poetic intelligence.
W: What is poetic intelligence?
M: No one could dislike competition more than I do.
W: Poetic intelligence is not about competition.
M: I am a potential rejoicer.
W: Rejoice anyway, without cause.
M: I don't have to believe you, of course.
W: I don't blame you, I was faking it.
M: It seems that in the natural course of things --
W: People lie a lot.
M: Do you mean that?
W: Of course I do, haven't you been watching TV?
M: What is poetic intelligence?
W: The opposite of the Enron scandals, for example.
M: I don't use fluorescent lights if I can help it.
W: They will drive you mad, or corporate.
M: I don't blame you, I was faking it.
W: Did you lie on the witness stand?
M: The inside of a beehive would be stifling, from a human perspective.
W: So would the inside of a courtroom.
M: This promises the end of my reign here on Earth.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye!

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