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Monday, March 17, 2008

 

The Mirror: The word "SALE," written in letters of fire

W: Hello?
M: I don't think I'm gonna "go there."
W: Where are you not gonna go?
M: Something about a sewing machine.
W: You don't want to sew?
M: The waiter must have lost his missing time.
W: A waiter abducted by aliens?
M: Well, you know how it is.
W: I don't think I've ever been waited on by an abductee.
M: You seem to be reflective and effective today, isn't that true?
W: I wrote one paragraph.
M: Go away.
W: Is that anything like "Get out"?
M: Gold may be hidden under the grass.
W: Today, grass is worth more than gold.
M: It would be quite a wash of emotion.
W: If the Earth suddenly lost all covering.
M: Yes, absolutely.
W: We cannot allow that to happen.
M: You who follow the disease of life, hungry for change.
W: I want things to stay the same.
M: Sunlight?
W: Sunlight can definitely stay.
M: I've come to a point in my life, after years spent mining nuggets of wisdom.
W: I would rather see a hyacinth than a gold nugget.
M: If the Earth suddenly lost all covering.
W: We can't let that be.
M: It is a pillar of fire next to a pilaster.
W: A pilaster next to a dado.
M: We cannot allow that to happen.
W: You don't like Victorian interiors?
M: I'm waiting.
W: Are you waiting for your interior decorator?
M: I would rather see a hyacinth than a gold nugget.
W: So there will be plenty of flowers in your room.
M: You know who's "in" and who's "out."
W: Are you on the outs with anybody?
M: I'm part of the same organization.
W: Is it a secret organization?
M: Is there a problem with the transmission of my thoughts?
W: I don't understand everything you say immediately.
M: You too?
W: Are you having trouble understanding my transmissions?
M: Let's go back to the good old days.
W: No argument there!
M: How dependable are your wristwatches?
W: I lost the one wristwatch I ever really liked.
M: It's spontaneous, when you want to believe higher forces are operating through me.
W: I believe you are a form of oracle.
M: Did you know I was on the phone?
W: Do you have an iPhone?
M: Who is she?
W: Iphone, the Greek-goddess sister of Persephone.
M: Why would anyone do anything which results in so much cholesterol?
W: Are you relating technology to obesity?
M: Do you like animal crackers?
W: I like animal crackers very much, but does that prove your point?
M: I'm still here.
W: You never back down!
M: Are you relating technology to obesity?
W: Lack of sleep is said to foster obesity.
M: Maybe we should try an electro-magnetic treatment.
W: Why not just get more sleep?
M: Do you have an iPhone?
W: No, because they cost hundreds of dollars.
M: (Searches for the phrase)
W: It's called "too expensive."
M: No, because they cost hundreds of dollars.
W: "Too rich for my blood."
M: Well, it was something to reinvigorate me.
W: The mere thought of an iPhone?
M: Don't be chained to a job you hate.
W: That sounds rather like a slogan for Monster dot com.
M: Presenting one's mementi.
W: Mementi mori of past hated jobs.
M: I don't think so, you don't think so.
W: So neither of us do.
M: Hey, you reflected two things at once!
W: Both of us are in the mirror at the same time!
M: As well as too many books.
W: You could have a book sale.
M: No insult lies in the crossed sand.
W: Both of us are in the mirror at the same time!
M: Nobody's there.
W: Well, I feel like there is something I am supposed to be doing.
M: Samuel turned the pages of his memory book.
W: And he came to the word "SALE," written in letters of fire.
M: Does he worship the duck, or the cage?
W: I'd say the cage.
M: What is it you want out of life?
W: Merely to go.
M: You get out amongst 'em?
W: Oh yes, I schmooze when the opportunity presents itself.
M: So neither of us do.
W: OK, point taken.
M: Are you having a tremor?
W: No, I just have to go. Bye!
M: Think of something not important. Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye!

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