Trip report totally sober

Yes for some knowledge you can pay more than you have.
They'll just finish you off.
Fool and why pay such a price
For these expensive things
you don't even need them.

In fact, you're the one who threw them away
and now you're buying them at the flea market.
It's too heavy a burden.
It's too heavy.
Why did you have to die at all?

But with such a hunger for knowledge,
and your thrifty hoarding.
you could, of course, still
get a grenade and blow yourself up with it.
Pull the ring,
For a unique and valuable experience.
and that knowledge will tear you apart.
And the experience of that moment will forever be the trump card up your sleeve.

Don't look that way
You stare into the fog and you'll die.
It's my fault, I know why I'm here.
Oh, did you see her? He gave his life for you?
That's your difference.
And it's not guilt and it's not reproach and it adds weight to that burden.
Are you capable of carrying that load?
You fainted on the floor just seeing it.
You can't handle it.
And you are relieved of that load.
They're just dreams.
Drink less and they'll stay dreams.
Your fault now is that you haven't changed.

And you're gonna die the same unfeeling log again.
Look, you've got a trimmer
You know what it is now.
What a valuable asset we've found.

Look, will you please stop it?
I don't feel good enough.
Well, Dorian, you can put a rag over your portrait for now.
And write a poem about it.
You don't curtain mirrors.
It's bad luck for the dead.

For a dead man? Of course it is.
Dead men don't die
Let's revive them all.
The devil is purely materialistic. That's true.
Everything always happens only here. In this routine life.
We have no other spaces.
But worrying about omens is a sure way to get healthy.

And cursing the river in which you flounder and drown.
will relieve you from the weight of impressions of unnecessary knowledge.
You're drowning just to forget yourself in it and not know, aren't you?
Why did you stop? You stopped and then you saw who you were.
And you didn't like it.

Look, stop lecturing me, please.
I'm the worst I've ever heard.
It's not a matter of a comparative scale.
You're not relatively bad, you're just bad.
But you're a liar, and you can certainly cheat,
If you want to.

I can't hold that clarity of thought for long.
And why is that?
Because this pose is standing on one toe,
and it's the finger of a hand.
Well, just hold it while you're floundering in the river.
Is that possible?

That long parable with the episode of Juan being thrown into the water.
I don't remember very well.
But we seem to be referring to the same river in flood?
“laughing, he lifted him up in his arms and threw him into the river from the cliff.
“shouting goodbye:
“for God's sake, don't curse the river."”
It's not a parable or a metaphor.
It's the same river.


Can I get back on my feet now?
I can't stand on one toe anymore.
No.
Think of it as training. The only thing you've ever been busy doing is practicing.
Of course, you've never been able to love anyone. We don't waste time on silly things.
But everyone always has an alternate second choice.
I'm going to drown and drown.
Are you standing on one toe or in the river?
It's a metaphor.
Yes? Which one?
The second alternate route is a take.
Run along the shore.
Is that a metaphor?
Sometimes.

Goddamn it, I don't remember what's in that book!
I read it thirty years ago.
You want me to study a book now?
I swear this river's got a waterfall ahead of it.

And we found out you remember a lot more than you need to.
Remember how he swam out without knowing how to swim.
I'm gonna drown here. I realize you want me dead.
You want revenge and you want to drown me in this damn river.
Not at all.

While you're drowning, remember how he swam out and do it again.
We're not wasting time, are we?
Alternate route along the shore.

Damn you all to hell with your metaphors. I can barely swim.

Tex is in your face.
No, you can't look in the real book.
It's just not what it says.
You have to remember.
And you remember the river episode verbatim.

Damn it, damn it, and damn it.

Damn literary people, how can this be?
That the letters in the book were reversed while everyone was asleep?
Why can't I just read it again?
No, you have to remember.
It's a different book.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.

I think you got water in your ears.

Ouija, damn you,
it's not enough that I got a trimmer because of you already.
And you're gonna make me epileptic.

We're not far away, you're already foaming at the mouth.
Don't try to tell me you're busy
and it's important that you focus on your work.
It's a dive to the bottom and you'll resurface in the spring somewhere downstream.
Is that a metaphor?
What difference does it make? Remember,
You wanted to know what a take was, didn't you?
It's not me!
It wasn't? Who is it?

Dear radio listeners,
you have just listened to the radio play “ Ouija board of evil.”
And thank you.
You're welcome!
Am I so bad I should be drowned in the river?
No, you'll just drown in it anyway if you don't swim out.
Alternate route along the shore.
He was being swept away by the current, but at the same time he was running along the bank.
“Second parachute!”? Who's Geronimo here?
Teacher, what are you doing here? Don't we have a drawing class today?

Oh, my God, I must be dead, I'm drowning, I'm hallucinating.
and there's all kinds of ghosts walking around.
Will you stop clowning around, please?
You don't have much time.
Surely a couple or three lives for fun.

We don't have any other beachheads.
All changes can only be made here.
If you want to,
But you can always hide behind immediate needs,
And become just fodder for the fish in this river.
It's a metaphor, I get it.

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