_ Que pasa?
_ Everything and nothing; beauty and the beast; the seismic and the placid. What’s happening is what’s not happening.
_ You speak Spanish? Muy bueno... Did you walk here today?
_ Yeah. Walking is the only way I can relate to this world on a somewhat human level. Cars bring out the worst in us. I saw an Official Vehicle cruising the strip today.
_ What makes a vehicle an ‘‘Official Vehicle’?
_ License plates.
_ Maybe it was me...
_ Do your license plates say ‘Official Vehicle’?
_ No. They sport a random grouping of letters and numbers, along with a ridiculous image of something; I think it might be Elvis.
_ That is not an Official Vehicle.
_ I wasn’t on the strip anyway; I kept to the blue highways today - my inspection has expired.
_ I hate lemon meringue pie.
_ Talking with you is like waltzing on salt pork.
_ Raw eggs, rendered horse hooves, inflatable yellow number 5... a very painful situation.
_ What about banana cream pie?
_ Get me a bucket.
_ Garson... Two chais, one banana cream pie, a bucket and a quart of your best whiskey.
_ Whiskey? I thought you don’t drink.
_ I cry when people puke.
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... I find it electrifying to steal a glance at a beautiful woman; and get caught.
... The 'untimely deaths' of noted figures over the course of history is history - actions don’t alter history, they are history. How is it we regard changes to an imagined future as being altering of the course of history? Reign in the wild child of mind through focused attentiveness upon what is; our stories are enslaving us. Rinse and repeat.
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