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In a Manner of speaking ...In a manner of speaking ...How love in silence becomes rep...In a manner of speaking ...In this life that we l...So in a manner of speaking ...e you I should find a way

Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested. "There is no rope!" he would scream at the laughing walls. "There is only the end. No hope, No rope. Ending is better than mending. Doors of perception, winodws of opportunity- these are illusinos, like the killing floor." Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny voice with perhaps a slight tinge of glee, but this was only because he couldnt be bothered to develop a manner of speaking that truly reflected his mood. "This is a vacuum. There is no air in this room. Despair is no fun anymore. Nihilism knocked three times on the ceiling, but the rosy fingers of dawn always insterted themselves in the nose of unfulfilled promises. Angels sang Heysanna Hosanna. Paralyzed prima-donnas danced in the streets all day, but when the darkness came, everybody went home. I was ready- everyone else was asleep. And while it may have been a relief to see that ...d his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire!"! This wasn't actually true. Ed's picasso was an obvious forgery, his three Rothkos had just been singled out in an article in ARTFORUM entitled "The three most insignificant paintings of Mark Rothko," and his Barbara Kruegers had been irreparably damaged by Rein Sanction and a few other bands from Gainsville that refused to acknowledge the value of art. ..."Come to think of it," Ed mused to the laminated roadkill coffee table that he had purchased when times had seem slightly less bleak, "Come to think of it, not only does art have no intrinsic value, but my collection has no extrinsic value either. I know I'm not a millionaire, but that's no reason to complain. There is no reason to complain. There is no reason to do anything. I don't believe in reason, objective reality, or collective farming. I don't believe in public speaking, which is another reason why I'm here alone. I don't believe in life or death. I would kill myself, but I don't believe in suicide." Ed put on a red shirt and took a quick walk around the block while whistling softly to himself. He reentered his apartment screaming. "There is no life on this planet! Jehovah-One replaced all life with machinery five centuries ago. The so-called industrial revolution was just another hoax and we all fell for it, 'cause we were all programmed to. Even I fell for it, I believe in the steam engine, even though I don't believe in anything. Logical inconsistancy is the Mr.Bubble I bathe in each and every evening, except yesterday evening, when I rollerbladed over to the masonic temple to play pinochle with Pope John Paul the First. I really had no choice in the matter." "Ed certainly could go on and on, and he did, and he would, and he will, until you or I or somebody does something aobut it." Senator Sterno of Louisiana announced...s and laundry lists of nonsense. I shall drive without a license, without clothing, without direction and if I make it to Arkansas fine, and if I'm running late, If I'm running a numbers game, it doesn't matter. I shall keep on running, yes This is the answer. This is the ending. I shall keep running, because a body in motion tends to sta

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