dialogues

These mattresses can't understand the word “dialog.”
Two here, but only monologue is clear to them.
First person singular,
is the puritanical norm.
Freud's jaw, are you grinning wickedly with a cigar clenched in your teeth?
Yeah, me too, actually.
Your big cigar? Really? How about I psychoanalyze you?
No? Why not? I'm an excellent masseur.

Carlitos, are you suggesting we stop internal dialog altogether, in the name of God?
Okay.
Ouija, please shut up,
Carlitos is asking you not to insert your lines here at all,
because they're all very questionable.

Mono or stereo stream?
Four stream maybe?
Eight is the level of a mediocre master who has achieved mastery.
We don't claim mastery, we only have 163 directions.
My lipstick is dark cherry, of course.
That's the gesture style of turquoise.

Answer me now.
And I'll know who you are.
Herr Hesse? We'll call it the German empire crumbling syndrome.
Was there another war ahead?
Let us sympathize with the psychic eyes that saw ahead of us,
the inevitability of this moment.

We bead the sound of torn diamond beads,
bouncing on the slabs of ruin.
No thread holds us together anymore.
Dramatic, isn't it?

It's happened a million times before.
So you ate that fish in the restaurant,
without caring about the depth of her feelings.

Grandpa, you and I are not ambidextrous,
We're pure left-handed.
That's an advantage at any time.
I'm not arguing.
Turquoise!
That's a very dangerous turn.
Grandfather! The chord is here!
An exchange is also a merger, after all.
Recognize my face as yours and you'll be a pro.
Who's the journeyman if I'm always the best?
Now.
There's never been another time and there never will be.
Yes, this is the time to sorrowfully nod your head.
Turquoise!
Yeah, well, what the fuck?

Mr. Whiskey wrote the whole thing and then added deepple to it, 
I had nothing to do with it.
Man is also a neural network on bio media only?
Of course so, and who would argue with that?
And we have a permanent dialog that can't be stopped.
Oh, and a conversation with a partner in something,
is always an ersatz reality, believe me.
Well, those screaming mattresses weren't even taken as whores,
so they were bad from every angle.

Ouija?
Yes?
What the hell was that?



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