When I got to page fifteen I wrote this...
I think I’m close to having nothing more to say.
Thank god for small mercies then.
So I will put the blues on and light the gas for the kettle.
And I will bring the flowers.
Weren’t we half way to the North Pole last night?
Last night; no, I don’t think so, the moon wasn’t full enough to show us the way.
I could have sworn we had a candle someplace.
Never mind that now; we shall do it by moonlight tonight and be blessed or we shall not do it at all. What do you say to that?
I say, we should stick a title on this thing to show us where to go before we run out of gas.
That’s an idea to have some thoughts about.
You know we’re on page fifteen don’t you.
Page fifteen; there’s a novel idea, if ever I’ve heard one.
Are we going into the burlesque now?
Yes, I think so.
I don’t have a cell phone you know.
Never mind; when it’s time to swim, I’ll save you.
You’re ever so kind.
My billing machine will page you on Monday.
Someone said there were dancing girls in here.
Perhaps you are feeling jet lag sir, for there are no dancing girls in here.
Will you let me look around to see for myself?
See what?
That there are no dancing girls in here and waiting to start dancing for me.
I will not tell you again that there are no dancing girls in here.
Oh please let me come look, I just got to see some dancing girls; or I’ll bust out everywhere.
That’s got nothing to do with me.
You’re a hard one, keeping me away from them.
It’s part of my job.
I got twenty bucks says you let me see them.
I got to search you first.
That’ll be twenty bucks.
Now you’re the hard one.
Make up your mind; which do you choose?
I want the one that saves me money.
You must be full of chicken soup by now then.
Yes, I’m afraid I am.
The mind will take you many places you know, but if you don’t feel it you can’t know it.
You do know, don’t you, that learning the ways of the machine with the counter-productive thought patterns leads to a dangerous jungle deepening of unpredictability, a bit like physics reversed or some nail in the harem going over the books at midnight.
It has been mentioned that that’s what happens when you’re ten feet tall.
I’m not sure I like being on page fifteen.
I must admit that it does get pretty fast around here sometimes.
So, will you let me in or not?
I’m thinking about it.
The last time you thought about it, it turned into a black comedy.
Well, that’s the way meta-fiction works you know.
But I thought this was magical realism.
Seriously?
Yes, with a touch of parabolic satire around the allegorical fabulation as a parody shining through the metaphor.
Ah, I see, you’ve been reading into the subjective surrealism again by candlelight.
I admit that things have been a little bit avant-garde lately, what with all the creative existentialism swimming about in the automatism.
And now you want to play with my dancing girls.
If you would be so kind.
I tell you what then, seeing as we’re on page fifteen, all your dreams can come true tonight. And so, greetings my friend, come over here, take a seat, pour yourself a cold one and the dancing girls will come on shortly.
I’m so glad I’m on page fifteen.
So am I my friend, so am I.
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