Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Gas. Puke. Gone.


Strung-out Eddie:
The ancients could look at the heavens, which in their minds was inhabited by this thoughtful, meditative, you know,--maybe a trifle unpredictable and wrathful--but nevertheless, up there, this divine onlooker.
We've got anchorpersons and talking heads. We've got politicians who decide life and death issues on the basis of their media consultants. THAT'S what we've got!

Strung-out Bonnie:
Aw boy, Eddie! I think I'm gonna need a magnifying glass to find what's left of your good points! What is going on with you?

Eddie leans over the deck railing and vomits.

from Hurlyburly

head VI, francis bacon

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