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September 24th, 2007

big lake @ 03:52 pm

another tedious conversation
monologue
listening to the old man..

i wish they'd come soon so i could leave

he just rattles on
rattles on non-sense

"i should like to go shopping...
i should like to go to a department store...
... a shoe store...
... a book store...
... a cigar store...

i should like to see how much is this
how much is this?
do you have it in white? black? red? green? yellow?
do you have something larger? smaller?
could i try this on?

this is too expensive!

sale! bargin sale!

i like this one!
may i try this one on?

sale... bargin sale

.. it does not fit!

i shall take it with me
-- send it to the hotel

how much is the postage?
can you direct me to the post office?
where can i get some stamps?
what is the local postage here?
what is the local postage?
what is the Air mail postage to the u.s.a?
...to the U.S.A.
i want to send this package
i want it insured
i want it insured!

here is my address
here is the address."



the woman who is often around here says all of these things used to mean something
but it sounds so desperate when he says it
babble

she tells me there used to be endless houses filled with things that people could come and take..
just come and take...

all sorts of things
things to put in your mouth
things to put on your feet, head... all over your body
through your body

she said you had to give all your time to other people in other houses (often very big ones... i can't understand the concept of how large these houses are... she tells me there were a hundred houses stacked on top of eachother... everywhere... why so many? were there so many people? she says there must have been)
and these people in these houses would give you tickets to get these things from these other people in other houses

then you'd just throw them away
and go get more

it sounds so stupid
and this old man is obviously crazy

and what is the "you ess aye"?

i wish they'd come so i could leave

it's raining
and i like the feel of the mud on my feet





(quoted text taken from "big lake" by Corey Dargel... see it here: http://www.automaticheartbreak.com/videos.html )
 
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