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You Can Dance if You Want To
by powerofwhy

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Open circuit

10/27/2010

This is another repost from old entries dropped from Bloop, a lot of my best writing is behind me. I used to live in a quieter place, here the creativity is more active and chaotic, and usually takes more energetic shapes than words. I will get back to the quiet one day, but until then I am downing cofee and stretching across the night in a river of music and paint.




Cable companies now allow you to pause and rewind live television through the miracles of digital technology. Seas part in amazement. The prototype of this device would also fast forward live television. The scientists brought this prototype before their ancient board of directors. The secretary rang the ceremonial buzz-in, directors climbed up from their dusty coffins.

"This is terrible", the dust-lipped network president said, "The audience could find out the winners of reality television and sporting events ahead of time. They could fast forward through commercials during the superbowl. This power is too great to lie in human hands. It must be destroyed. But who will do this without realizing the value this device holds to our competitors?"

An idea occurred to the president and he smiled a great grinchy smile. They hired the janetorial staff, 2 dwarves and a crackhead nudist to destroy it.

The three are given orders for the task by a wise old phone psychic. She saunters onto the phone line, swallowing a bite of ham sandwich and speaks in a voice like a gypsy orgasm, "Destiny is reflected in the television, the erratic handmaiden of time. There is great trouble in the land, a shadow spreads binary into the masses. Communication is magic, the controlling few present truth and dreams to the receptive many, flipping poker chip spectators through the casino of authority. In the war over information, communication presents a map for the troops to follow. The device would allow a winner in this war, bringing about rigid enforcement of a single truth on all the world, plunging humankind into a thousand years of darkness. It can only be destroyed by hurling it into the smoldering files of Mount Hualalai beyond the untamed sea. You must destroy it! Destroy it before it kills us all! Time is up. A charge of $37.95 will be sent to your credit card by the end of the month. Talk to us again in ...the future, uter, ter, er, r, r, r."

The three set off with determination, cigarette cartons, and jars of change. They are beset on all sides by cockroaches and the henchman of the evil bearded man in aftershave shoes and alligator pockets. These foes are beaten with the help of a fellowship of seven old lady bingo players brandishing mean umbrellas. Finally, the three reached the island on a motorboat full of Alabaman refugees. They hitchhiked to the smoking volcano, climbed to the rim and looked over into the fate of the prototype. The three vanished then, vaporized by the rising heat. Silver box drops, orange from reflecting lava, falling like an angel from parental grace, twisting electric chair seizures, ticking, sinking with a sizzling plop.

The plop is heard by alligator wrestlers in a Florida roadside attraction. By gay makeup vendors, street veterans with change cups, rhino-people behind carnival bars, all the beautiful wet-eyed tragedies who look in the mirror and hate what they see, the nihilists in central park, parapalegic bus drivers, night air howlers, jazz cats pissing in alleys, red-light girls in the Asian night, tribal shamans, cheerleading monkeys, sweating programmers and big mac eating astronomers, bitter waitresses and liquor breath detectives. It is heard by all and all is quiet. Volcano stills. The future is safe. For now.


"The Possession of Anything Begins in the Mind" - Bruce Lee

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We're both posting more frequently, i see.

[Evidence Of Joy|0 likes] [|reply]

Ryc: I love questions too. Alright, Mr Why, besides here and now, where are you from? You paint? What else goes on in a daily life of why?

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RYC: I work. I work a lot, it seems. Although my life isn't busy on top of it. I think.. a lot. Knowledge of life uncontained is what I'm apparently passionate about... A lot of what goes on in me doesn't even make it to this diary. I used to draw.. it used to be one of my favorite expressions.. but.. I can only mimic what I see, I don't create from my imagination and it has become less of something I enjoy. To be honest, outside of figuring out the puzzles of life and strange, I'm not quite sure what I enjoy anymore. I like photography but that comes and goes and not enough to do it beyond for fun. I live in what would be considered southwestern Ohio.. I love Ohio, I love the town that I grew up in, but I'm too antsy to ever stay in one place. I read, I write, I think, I breathe, I am. I often feel like I live in 2 worlds at once.

I have no idea what that is like for you. I don't know how bold this will sound, but, I don't currently sense any self pity for yourself or your situation with a terminally ill wife.. you still seem to maintain this beautiful outlook on life and I love that. It's nice, it's rare, at least in my immediate world outside of myself. I don't even know you, but I appreciate you on some level.

I sort of envy that you have squeezed a lot of life into your short time on earth. I always feel like I'm waiting to start, yet have already begun. I'm not sure where I'm going from here but also feel like I'm heading towards being okay with that. My life turned strangely beautiful once I met my mentor.

Can I ask anything?



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