Voice 2: I see the wisp of the clouds that remind me of the mist in the corners of my mind.
Voice 1: I feel the corners of my mind like a bygone era. Streaming in transcendence, yet lucid as a spider web in the morning dew.
Voice 2: I see the airplane 30,000 feet high. I see the spider 6 feet above the ground. They look the same. Perspective is all.
Voice 1: Consider the spider, juxtaposed against the airplane. If the spider was riding on the airplane and had a pilots license, would her eight limbs and their manipulations of the flight controls provide a more stable ride for the passengers if the plane encountered any turbulence?
Voice 2: I see the fireflies lighting their asses. I see the fireflies lighting their asses. I see the fireflies lighting their asses. What does that make me?
Voice 1: Somebody that is very intent on watching the posterior regions of the fireflies. Additionally, if you are seeing double or triple vision, you may be someone who should consider seeing an ophthalmologist.
Voice 2: Here we are in the dark cosmos without a light. Who can provide us with a light of all that is known, unknown, yet to be known, and considered briefly, and then discarded?
Voice 1: The fireflies that can light their asses can light the world. It is like the thought, in the corner of your mind.
Voice 2: Consider the silence and the birds breaking the silence. If the bird, in its silence, defecates upon the pond, does it make a sound when the shit hits the water?
Voice 1: Consider the clouds, like mitochondria in a vast cosmic play. What is the genre of the play? Is a tragedy or a divine comedy?
Voice 2: The clouds are pink. The sky is blue. What color is a rainbow?
Voice 1: If there is a rainbow in the dark, can anyone see it? Can the birds in the morning wake up a rainbow that has slept through the night?
Voice 2: If there is a rainbow in the night and the fluorescence of the algae of the sea lighted up the lightning bugs asses, is this not how Beethoven was inspired to compose Eroica?
Voice 1: If we died right here and now on this dock, and they found us, would they be able to recreate our thoughts? Or would they wonder if this was a dock, or a dock lobster?
Voice 2: If we died on this dock, and they found this recording, they would think that we were mad? For is not all madness inspired by the inspiration of the divine?
Voice 1: I must admit that I am slightly unhappy being stuck to this earth, without wings to explore the wispy clouds that circle overhead.
Voice 2: Your mind is cosmic. It can take you to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. You must just let go.
Voice 1: I don't want to hold her down, I don't want to break her crown, when she says, "Let's Go." "I like the night life baby."
Voice 2: I love the night life. I love to boogie. I like the disco, round.
Voice 1: Three birds traverse the sky on an uplift. One bird is shot by a shot gun and falls to the pond. How many birds are left still traversing the sky on an uplift?
Voice 2: There is a flight of geese flying in the sky. In one flight, the V shape is longer than the others. What does it mean?
Voice 1: On the planet Quitar 8 in the far reaches of the Andromeda galaxy, the geese do not fly in a V shape. Rather, they fly in the X shape. The center goose in the X configuration achieves enlightenment, what does she posses that the other geese do not?
Voice 2: The toilet paper that wipes the anus is my job description.
Voice 1: Job said that his job was to clean up and wipe the anus of God. He grew old this knight so bold, and o'er his heart a shadow, fell as he found, no sight of ground, that looked like God's anus.
Voice 2: Job was not responsible for wiping the ass of God. He was only responsible for applying the paper in a circular motion to dislodge the turds. In this way, we, the turds of God, were set free from God's anus.
Voice 1: My life feels like I'm driving a fast car through a wet paper bag. And during the process, the car, powered by a Tesla lithium battery, loses its charge, thus making it a less than efficient mode of transportation, I complain to the FTC that the Tesla has misrepresented the power of its cars to drive though bags saturated with wetness, and in the process of my complaints, the stock of Tesla drops by 19 percent and in reaction to all this, Elon Musk, fearing catastrophe, launches his Space X rocket to Mars ahead of schedule, and without support, causing the Space X astronauts to land on Mars with limited provisions, and like in the Martian, are forced to grow their own tubers from the Martian soil. Yes, sometimes, my life feels like that or very analogous to that.
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