You know that little clock, the one on your VCR, the one that’s always blinking twelve noon ’cause you never figured out how to get in there and change it? So it’s always the same time, just the way it came from the factory. Good morning. Good night. Same time tomorrow. We’re in record.
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So here are the questions: is time long or is it wide? And the answers? Sometimes the answers just come in the mail. And one day you get that letter you’ve been waiting for forever. And everything it says is true. And then in the last line it says: burn this.
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And I what I really want to know is: are things getting better or are they getting worse?
Stop, stop. Pause, pause. We’re in record.
Because ###180244 stories that we have remembered, and most of them never even get written down. And so when they say things like “We’re gonna do this by the book”, you have to ask “What book?”, because it would make a big difference if it was Dostoyevsky or just, you know, Ivanhoe.
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I remember where I came from; there were burning buildings and a fiery red sea. I remember all my lovers. I remember how they held me.
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East, East. The edge of the world.
West, West. Those who came before me.
We’re in record.
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Come here little girl. Get into the car. It’s a brand new Cadillac. Bright red.
Come here little girl.
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When my father died we put him in the ground.
When my father died it was like a whole library had burned down.
Stop, stop. Pause, pause.
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Same time tomorrow.
And wild beasts shall rest there
And owls shall answer one another there
And the hairy ones shall dance there
And sirens in the temples of pleasure
Speak my language.
Good night.
