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     Scully Citizen Username: Scully Post Number: 304 Registered: 8-2005 |
Danforth Quayle | ||
| Parkbench87 Citizen Username: Parkbench87 Post Number: 4022 Registered: 7-2001  |
Marilyn Munster | ||
| K_soze Citizen Username: K_soze Post Number: 49 Registered: 11-2005 |
eddie | ||
| red Citizen Username: Redy67 Post Number: 5292 Registered: 2-2003  |
ed and edd | ||
| SO Ref Citizen Username: So_refugee Post Number: 1691 Registered: 2-2005  |
Ed, Edd and Eddie | ||
| Buzzsaw Citizen Username: Buzzsaw Post Number: 4424 Registered: 5-2001  |
Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested. "There is no rope!" he would scream at the laughing walls. "There is only the end. No hope, no rope. Ending is better than mending. Doors of perception, windows of opportunity -- these are illusions, like the killing floor." Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny voice with perhaps a slight tinge of glee, but this was only because he couldn't be bothered to try to develop a manner of speaking that truly reflected his mood. "This is a vaccuum. There is no air in this room. Despair is no fun anymore. Nihilism knocked three times on the ceiling, but the rosy fingers of dawn always inserted themselves in the nose of unfulfilled promises. Angels sang Heysanna Hosanna, paralyzed prima-donnas danced in the streets all day, but when darkness came, everybody went home. I was ready - everyone else was asleep. And while it may have been a relief to see that I was right all along, here I am still: alone and trapped, awaiting the endless end. And I can turn it all around, and laugh at it and laugh at myself; I can laugh louder than the walls, the halls the waterfalls, louder than Charles de Gaul or Fulton Mall, but I don't know what I'm laughing at, I don't know just what I think is so goddamn funny. I don't know why I don't just shut up and give up and lay down and die. What do I have to complain about anyway," Ed asked his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire!" This wasn't exactly true. Ed's Picasso was an obvious forgery, his three Rothkos had just been singled out in an article in ARTFORUM entitled "The three most insignificant paintings of Mark Rothko," and his Barbara Kruegers had been irreparably damaged by Rein Sanction and a few other bands from Gainesville that refused to acknowledge the value of art. "Come to think of it," Ed mused to the laminated roadkill coffee table that he had purchased when times had seemed slightly less bleak, "Come to think of it, not onl does art have no intrinsic value, but my collection has no extrinsic value either. I know I'm not a millionaire, but that's no reason to complain. There is no reason to complain. There is no reason to do anything. I don't believe in reason, objective reality, or collective farming. I don't believe in public speaking, which is another reason why I'm here alone. I don't believe in life or death, I would kill myself, but I don't believe in suicide." Ed put on a red shirt and took a quick walk around the block while whistling softly to himself. He reentered his apartment screaming, "There is no life on this planet! Jehovah-One replaced all life with machinery five centuries ago. the so-called industrial revolution was just another hoax and we all fell for it, 'cause we were all programmed to. Even I fell for it, I believe in the steam engine, even though I don't believe in anything. Logical inconsistency is the Mr. bubble I bathe in each and every evening, except for yesterday evening, when I rollerbladed over to the Masonic temple to play pinochle with Pope John Paul the First. I really had no choice in the matter." "Ed certainly could go on and on, and he did, and he would, and he will, until you or I or somebody does something about it." Senator Sterno of Arkansas announced over closed circuit television. "And as long as he continues to pontificate pointlessly, I will do nothing." Ed walked away from the program feeling fortified and stapled. His brain was buzzing, the was it always did just after Jeopardy. He loaded up the microbus with Atlases and poseidons and headed for Pope county. "I've had it." He sang, "I've had it with puns, alliteration, russian literature, Italian neorealism, meaningless cross references and laundry lists of nonsense. I shall dive without a license, without clothing, without direction and if I make it to Louisiana, fine, and if I'm running late, if I'm running a numbers game, it doesn't matter, I shall keep on running. Yes, this is the answer. This is the ending, I shall keep on running, because a body in motion tends to stay emotional, and it's better to feel. Pain is better than emptiness, emptiness is better than nothing, and nothing is better than this." | ||
| K_soze Citizen Username: K_soze Post Number: 50 Registered: 11-2005 |
word association | ||
| Buzzsaw Citizen Username: Buzzsaw Post Number: 4425 Registered: 5-2001 |
one | ||
| Scully Citizen Username: Scully Post Number: 306 Registered: 8-2005 |
word | ||
| ess Citizen Username: Ess Post Number: 1696 Registered: 11-2001 |
Brevity is the soul of wit | ||
| Parkbench87 Citizen Username: Parkbench87 Post Number: 4023 Registered: 7-2001 |
Katarina Witt | ||
| Calliope Citizen Username: Calliope Post Number: 84 Registered: 3-2006  |
Joyce DeWitt | ||
| Lucy Supporter Username: Lucy Post Number: 3406 Registered: 5-2005  |
Three's Company | ||
| K_soze Citizen Username: K_soze Post Number: 51 Registered: 11-2005 |
menage-a-trois | ||
| Lucy Supporter Username: Lucy Post Number: 3407 Registered: 5-2005 |
Two tickets to paradise... | ||
| Calliope Citizen Username: Calliope Post Number: 85 Registered: 3-2006 |
Cheeseburger in Paradise | ||
| ess Citizen Username: Ess Post Number: 1700 Registered: 11-2001 |
Paradise by the dashboard lights | ||
| K_soze Citizen Username: K_soze Post Number: 52 Registered: 11-2005 |
too tired | ||
| Calliope Citizen Username: Calliope Post Number: 87 Registered: 3-2006 |
Geritol | ||
| K_soze Citizen Username: K_soze Post Number: 54 Registered: 11-2005 |
not that tired | ||
| Scully Citizen Username: Scully Post Number: 311 Registered: 8-2005 |
one-a-day | ||
| K_soze Citizen Username: K_soze Post Number: 55 Registered: 11-2005 |
OK | ||
| Parkbench87 Citizen Username: Parkbench87 Post Number: 4024 Registered: 7-2001 |
Okie Dokie | ||
| Pizzaz Supporter Username: Pizzaz Post Number: 3451 Registered: 11-2001  |
the pokie | ||
| Lucy Supporter Username: Lucy Post Number: 3408 Registered: 5-2005 |
Jail Bird  | ||
| Buzzsaw Citizen Username: Buzzsaw Post Number: 4426 Registered: 5-2001 |
little birdy | ||
| K_soze Citizen Username: K_soze Post Number: 56 Registered: 11-2005 |
snitch | ||
| ess Citizen Username: Ess Post Number: 1705 Registered: 11-2001 |
stitch | ||
| Buzzsaw Citizen Username: Buzzsaw Post Number: 4428 Registered: 5-2001 |
time | ||
| Lucy Supporter Username: Lucy Post Number: 3409 Registered: 5-2005 |
Time is on my side... | ||
| K_soze Citizen Username: K_soze Post Number: 57 Registered: 11-2005 |
relax | ||
| Lucy Supporter Username: Lucy Post Number: 3412 Registered: 5-2005 |
chill out  | ||
| Calliope Citizen Username: Calliope Post Number: 88 Registered: 3-2006 |
Chili con carne | ||
| Buzzsaw Citizen Username: Buzzsaw Post Number: 4431 Registered: 5-2001 |
Art Carney | ||
| Parkbench87 Citizen Username: Parkbench87 Post Number: 4026 Registered: 7-2001 |
Swanee River | ||
| Lucy Supporter Username: Lucy Post Number: 3413 Registered: 5-2005 |
Take me to the river... | ||
| Buzzsaw Citizen Username: Buzzsaw Post Number: 4433 Registered: 5-2001 |
drop me in the water | ||
| ess Citizen Username: Ess Post Number: 1707 Registered: 11-2001 |
Watership Down | ||
| Parkbench87 Citizen Username: Parkbench87 Post Number: 4027 Registered: 7-2001 |
"You sunk my battleship" | ||
| red Citizen Username: Redy67 Post Number: 5293 Registered: 2-2003 |
Monopoly |
