i stream the latest
news
on an old tube tv
vhs and cassettes
to better hear everyone's latest regrets
on the clicking of magnetic strips

"i've seen this one"
breath in an empty room
pause, rewind, pause, play
it's on loop
every word any of them say

the short words
click the most
as flighty as birds
but trend the highest
on the billboard

the long words
fall
from the grace
of a short attention span.

Down at the local bar, there are two chairs.  
In one is a man named Logus,
Who came from The Desert of Nine Valleys;
In the other is a song-less musician named Sparrow.

Day after day
Alone in the bar
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool.

He wandered very far,
Very far,
Over land and sea.
A little shy,
And sad of eye,
But very wise was he.
And then one day,
One magic day he looked Logus' way.
And while they spoke of many things,
Fools and kings,
This he said to him:

“Good morrow to thee, brother prisoner!
Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize we're floating in space,
Do you realize that happiness makes you cry
And
Do you realize that everyone you know someday will die?”

Logus doesn’t want to bother with the bird,
”These are all lies
and jests.”

Sparrow retorts, “Still
A man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
Now,
Drop your guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time.
I've got a mind full of blanks, I need to go somewhere new fast.
And don't be shy, oh no,
At least deliberately.

What was I saying?
Oh yeah.
Let me tell you a story that's sad but true,
About someone who just may remind you of you.
Let me tell you a tale that may help you awake a woozy head-
I'll buy you a drink
-It begins long ago on a happy day,
With a fool who was loved, but threw it all away,
Who exchanged a good home for a flophouse, a bar and a plank-“
Sparrow’s eyes begin to glisten--

Logus Interrupts,
“While we're on the subject,
Could we change the subject now?

My name is Logus,
I'm carrying the wheel.
Thanks for all you've shown us,
But this is how we feel.
Come sit next to me.
Pour yourself some tea.
Just like Grandma made,
When we couldn't find sleep.
Things were better then,
Once but never again.
We've all left the den
Let me tell you about it:

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance,
for an existence
In which
Ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for
And why it is here,
It will instantly disappear
And be replaced by something even more bizarre
And inexplicable.”

Sparrow began stirring in his seat,
”You know, there is another theory which states
That this has already happened.
And you lived that,
In exchange for a pocket full of mumbles,
Such are promises."

Logus looks at him,
“And? I am still alive.”

Sparrow rolls his eyes,
“Geez, you know
Somebody once asked, "could I spare some change for gas?"
I need to get myself away from this place."
I said, "yep what a concept,
I could use a little fuel myself,
And we could all use a little change."
Too bad
A fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam.
It was worth it just to learn some sleight of hand.
Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands,
Good news will work its way to all them plans.

But the building's not going as we planned.
The foreman has injured his hand.
The dozer will not clear a path.”

Logus scoffs,
“You talk in maths.
You buzz like a fridge.
You're like a detuned radio.”


Sparrow Laughs, “You'll never be what is in your heart.
Weep little lion man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start.
You have a heart that's full up like a landfill,
A job that slowly kills you,
And bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired, unhappy.
Such pretty houses,
And such pretty gardens:
Green plastic water-cans
For fake Chinese rubber plants
In the fake plastic earth.

There's an empty space inside our hearts
Where the weeds take root.
And now I'll set you free,
I'll set you free.”


They both left right on time,
The Sparrow accosted his mind.
The Sparrow said,
"Hey man, we go all the way"
Of course, they were willing to pay.
Back to the street,
Down to their feet.
Losing the feeling of feeling unique,
Do you know what I mean?

Well on the way,
Head in a cloud,
The bird of a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud.
But I never heard him
Or the sound he appeared to make.
And he never seemed to notice.
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round.
Of course, everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such.
We made ourselves a pillar
We just used it as a crutch.
We were certainly uncertain
At least, I'm pretty sure I am.
Well, we didn't need the water
But we just built that, good *******.

For most have found both freedom and safety in their madness;
The freedom of loneliness
And the safety from being understood,
for those who understand us
Enslave something in us.

But let me not be too proud of my safety.
Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.
And Horses run fastest on the way home.

Logus and Sparrow had just that in mind,
and so, after deciding to take Sparrow’s ride, they left.
After dragging themselves into the car
Logus looked at Sparrow from the passenger seat,
“I keep myself in
To pull myself out.
I'm rising up,
Wish I was sinking down.
And it's not like
There was warning
We were happy.
And it's not like
There was mourning
In the warning.

I guess I am a scout.
So I should find a way out.
So everyone can find a way out.

I know I am a scout.
I should've found a way out.
So everyone can find a way out.

Sparrow starts his car, the ignition doesn’t turn at first,
It’s an older model so it takes a few tries.
Sparrow turns to Logus,
“Well, that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed
when the ocean met the sky. (You missed, you missed)
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?

Drift all you like,
From ocean to ocean,
Search the whole world.

And you find your destination
With so many different places to call home.
'Cause when you find yourself a villain,
In the story you have written
It's plain to see
That sometimes the best intentions
Are in need of redemption.
Would you agree?
If so, please show me.

These thoughts and the strain you're under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Logus starts groveling,
“Turn me on to phantoms,
I follow to the edge of the earth.
And fall off.
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance,
And this is my chance.

My shadow's shedding skin,
I've been picking scabs again,
I'm down, digging through
My old muscles, looking for a clue.

I've been crawling on my belly,
Clearing out what could've been,
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding.”

His eyes are the size of the moon,
He could 'cause he can so he does.
He’s feeling so good,
Just the way that he does
When it's nine in the afternoon.

Logus starts thinking to himself,
“So you think you're a Romeo?
Playing a part in a picture show?
Cause you're the joke of the neighborhood!
Why should you care if you're feeling good?
Take the long way home!
Take the long way home.

His phone starts ringing,
he clumsily pulls it from his pocket
and answers it.
It’s his wife, para.
She’s concerned,
“Hello? Hello? Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now,
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first,
Just the basic facts,
Can you show me where it hurts?
Please don't
**** yourself for recognition.
**** yourself to never ever stop.
oh no!
You broke another mirror!
You're turning into something you are not.

Come home!
I'll bake you a cake
Made of all their eyes.
Do you see me
Dressed for the ****?”

Logus chuckles and thinks to himself,
“I know she's looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead.”

Their eyes are the size of the moon,
she could 'cause she can so she does.
They're feeling so good
Just the way that they do
When it's nine in the afternoon.

Para continues,
“But you'll still
**** yourself for recognition,
**** yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror,
You're turning into something you are not.

And that's okay

I got a box full of all your pity.
We're fresh out of tissues
Because on them I wrote a comedy,
I wrote a comedy.

Logus looking down,
almost as if she’s there in front of him
to see how sad he feels,
“Sorry, but
I'll take a quiet life,
A handshake of carbon monoxide.

With no alarms and no surprises,
No alarms and no surprises,
No alarms and no surprises,
Silent, silent.

Tell me what to do!
Now the tank is dry.
Now, this wheel is flat.
And you know what else?
Guess what I received
In the mail today?
Words of deep concern
From my little brother:

Logus briefly thinks of a letter he received recently,
“Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep little lion man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start.
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head,
you'll never settle any of your scores.

I backed my car into a cop car the other day.
Well, he just drove off - sometimes life's okay.
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, ah what did I say?

Well, you'll just laugh it off and it'll be okay.
it'll be okay.
Everybody needs a place to call their home.
Everybody needs someone to call their own.
Even when you're lonely, know you're not alone,
You're one of us.”

Logus' attention turns back to para.

Para begs,
“Please hold on hope, don't choke
On the noose around your neck
And find strength in pain
And change your ways
Know your name as it's called again.”

Logus sighs,
“Phew!
For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself.

Sparrow,
Somewhere on the edge of the conversation,
Begins getting heavy eyed,
Shutting one then the other and then opening both
And says to himself, drifting into an irresistible
road hypnosis induced sleep,  

“And if you could be what you wanted,
If you could be who you wanted
All the time,
All the time.

And now I'll set you free,
I'll set you free…”
Before trailing off.

i look up from my porcelain throne

in the fifth point cafe 42 minutes before the am’s fifth point

crown all whimsy-eyed and thrown

and see "the end is near"

so i think to myself
“me oh my oh golly geez
whatever
will i do in sight of these”

the ends

of the tp roll, that is

i look up from my pew
and there’s too much **** on the ceiling for one sheet  


i stammer


then i realize, that’s not a ceiling,  
that’s the sky

and that isn’t ****,
those are scars
scatting stars
scattering

i stammer, “****-it”

what am i worried about, one last sheet

those chronos blast-holes
they’ll wipe themselves out

heat death infinity splitters and all that such sigh-fanciful nonsense

and so cheers, to life
the ends
to that which must overcome itself

to the earth, "good night-boons"
to the sky, "good night, moon"

i blink once more and
“sea-ya, night-time crouch-joys“

RECORD: I LIV)E}D] ON THE MOON
FROGMAN: KWOON
RECORD: UNGODLY Froot
frogman: wax tailor

YOU'all are just like other people
We love to sting
sHe loves to trance
he admires b-e-a-utiful twoomen
Us're whoman
And most-times, twoo whomans

:Now I know my ABC'S
watch me confuse'em like the bourgeoisie:
-"but he pronounced it like Bilgemonkzees"-

( . . 3 . Oh dear, I hope you don't forget to feed me . .
  2 . "I am still learning,"
and I've Dear'd to Remember to Forget my Confusions . .

REFORM: WRITE FOR SELFSE

{B-E-A-Grateful no-s1: "Read DeadHeads to BEGIN,
                                     or Blue Tails to END"

-flips coin- }

}

1 . .

CONTINUE: DON'T FORGET
RECORD: curiosity's and imagination's
FROGMAN: selfse
program: INTROFLECTION,

I think "We've thunk it once before,
but it Bears repeating,
now"
LISTEN to us, all of you.

Que'Sera!

-caches Bit-

HA!    VV    !AH
        S A Y
      HAHAH

-Opens Mind-

"MY FROG... we're full of chars-"
- [May{jor(+/-)To}m] = E.ven-One
-- 1999-2001, a Race Ode-vent-you-See

[END OF LINE]

for those who may be hamyoung-us for the first time

{END OF MY RHiYMnE}

And Whu-may-n't be pondering what isn't going to clappin now.

(BEGIN TO /S/hEwE TiME)

It is of Coarse : Smoothing for the Mind, Body, and The Selfse of us all.

So,

SPEAK/ . 0\UP

|Whyever needs Bee? Wills Bee.|

Oh, you're di-vidend?

Oi've got these Two Mackszillery Tired Molaz, Whight.
whand day I was cwussin'a peace'a fwaery'dandy
and tay cwacked, whont down ta cagey'mentals.
now ta twooe woots is eckzpozed.
and i sding'em evewy dway

. . .-inserts troothpic-

jrus'tho da gwhothet OH's it's thrill'a jlive one up'teir
-- prole


/and the ghost speaks:

  ?_      
/\          
  /

RECORD: WHITE RABBIT
FROGMAN: washington AIRPLANE (fly you fools)

Muorftantipheus, Frogmen: wield it like a CHORD,
                                                  and raise your hands
                                                  in triumphant ACCORD!

Tackman: You're note
                 going to find the name
                 on that wrote,
                 sun.
                 It's small enough to be a stagger.

Ingktrofsplector: Yes, well
                                  some words
                                  have yet to do their deed

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The VORPAL VOICE went snicker-snack!
He left HYMN dead, and with HIS Read Head
He went frall-um-sting back.
-- Lewis C. Karroll

Tric.

Tric.

Tric.

ING!

that's what i'll frame you!

REFORM: WRITE FOR MIND

(R)ECORD: WE A(R)E THE PEOPLE
F(R)OGMEN: of the EMPI(R)E OF THE no-SUN

Johnny Five's and Suzy's: it's the season
                                              to make good use of mutantility.
                                              and there’s a troick to it.
                                              frseeing stings differently, that is.

THE TRoICK

is to let the mind know that it is
you who will be doing the pondering.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear Self = Mind hewed Body

Muorftantipheus, Frogmen: this is your last chance.
                                   after this, there is no swimming tack.
                                   you make the blue tail concrete-
                                   the adventure's ends are chaste up in your head
                                          and you relive
                                                  whatever you want
                                                                ­  to relieve.

                                    you make the read deadhead abstract-
                                    weplay in ninetbeen and i show you
                                                how slow
                                                        the rabbid-
                                                         ­          wHole
                                                                ­      flows.

REFORM: WRITE FOR BODY

RECORD: RAZE ON THE RAIDHO
FROGMAN: GENERALly ELEK-ToRItKS

"six by nine.
fourty-twooe.
that's it. that's all there is.
i always thought some moment was fthandtaymentally stung by the ninetbeen."
-- Arthur Dent, Introflector

"It's the saddest [t-O(r)-O{Ule}L] IN the bROOK."
-- The King, as approved by The Qculoween

STOP: (R)ALLY-AND-(R)aISE

RECORD: TINY LITTLE ROBOTS
FROGMAN: CAGE Teh-rouge-ANT!

Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's: Especially Brads and Janets.
                                                  From brad three and janet one
                                                  to johnny five and suzy two.
                                                  one pontification begets the next,
                                                  only to fall in sum-E unpredictable-way.
                                                  we mean,

everyone I know feels left down by their other and fallther.
even my other and fallther fell,
left down by their other and fallther.
-- Chuck, Frogman

"[R]ule forty-two.
All johnny five's and suzy two's wild stings
more than a milee high-way
mayn’t lever the short.”
-- The King, as approved by The Qculoween


Johnny Fives's and Suzy Two's: Oh, [R]ULES [R]ULERS [R]ULE!
                                                             Always [R]uling to TOE the LINE!
                                                    Well,
                                                            [R]E­
                                                                ­   [R]I
                                                                ­         [R]O
                                                                ­                [R]UM,
                                                    4 {KNOCKS ON MY} 2 {EAR DRUMS}!!...
                                                    i hear my hearts beat of tidelord fun.

STOP: TURN SELF

RECORD: FREEDOM
FROGMAN: JIMI HENDRIX

Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's: And yet,
                                                       it doesn't flatter.

everything is a plucky
of a plucky
of a plucky.
-- Especially This

STOP: TURN SELF

RECORD: FLAGPOLE frITTA
FROGMAN: cHAR-VEY rANGER

"You Thrill my Mind"
-- SELF, Frogman

but it was all wrighte,
everything was all wrighte,
the truggle was finished.
she had won the big-tore-he over his-selfse.
sHe loved all-Free-Ways.
-- George Orwell, Frogman

STOP: TURN SELF

RECORD: SET YOU FREE
FROGMAN: THE BLACK KEYs

O'Brien: number five!
                tell me! 9 by 6,
                what is it

Johnny Five: . . . 42.

O'Brien: That is incorrect.

Johnny Five: No.

O'Brien: No, it is not incorrect?

Johnny Five: Yes.

O'Brien: Yes, it is, or yes, it is not?

Johnny Five: Yes, not.

eyeGore: What? Talk about a malfunction.

STOP: TlURN'leer'SELF

RECORD: THIS OLD MACHINE
FROGMAN: COCOapeNUT RECORDS

Johnny Five: No.

Stephanie Speck: No, you're not an alive?

Johnny Five: Yes.

Stephanie Speck: Yes, you are, or yes, you're not?

Johnny Five: Yes.

Stephanie Speck: Yes, WHAT?

Johnny Five: Yes, not.

Stephanie Speck: What? Talk about a conned-fusion.

BACK TO PRESENT:
ALL-WAYS

STOP: STOPPING YOUR SELF

RECORD: THIS TIME TOMORROW
FROGMAN: THE KINKS

Magenta: How fraking mental.

Riff Raff: And also ANGEROUS of you.
               You see, when I said that 'we' were to return to Ninetbeen,
               I referred only to Magenta and myself.

               I'm sorry, however, if you found The Word misleading,
               but you see, you are to remain here,
               in Thought, anyway.

Dr. Everett Scott: Great heavens! That's a Colt .42!

Riff Raff: Yes, Dr. Scott.
               A Colt .42 capable of relaying a Time Spiral of Pure Confusions.

Johnny Five: You mean, you're going to confturosel me?
                        What's
                        my
                       crime?

Dr. Everett Scott: You saw what became of the TEMPORAL EDDY.
                             Brads and Janets must be prefected.

Riff Raff: Exactly, Dr. Scott.
               And now, Johnny Five,
               your mono-ch[R]oine has come.
               Say good-bye to all of this...
               and hello to PROL-TARI-DOM!

. . . ]

Stephanie Speck: But you can't be con-a-fused.
                               You're an alive.

STOP: END'me'THOUGHT

RECORD: UL-YngdriSSEl-geezS
FROGMAN: FRANZ-e-IFERDINIAND

Johnny's and Suzy's: hooking to chaste that margin without the
                                     question in mind:

RECORD: HAVE LOVE WILL TRAVEL
FROGMAN: THE BLACK KEY

If I wake up in a different thought,
at a different moment,
could I wake up as a different self?
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

STOP: WHY'me'THINKS?

RECORD: GET A MOVE ON!
FROGMAN: MR. SCRUFF

Johnny's and Suzy's: It caught me so that I may never

... rest from pwondarement;
I will drink life from the bees.
All tore-ments I have enjoy'd greatly,
have suffer'd greatly,
both with throwse that loved me,
and alone; on tear,
and when thro' thudding rents the cravy Haeades
Vent-teh-din-see. I am become a thought;
For all-ways growming with a hungry deadhead
Much have I heard and throwned—
poprieities of Brads and Janets
And spanners,
prime-hates, clowncils, reed-covernments,
Myself too.
threast, i am tonor'd of them all,--
And drunk delight of rattle with my tyears,
Far on the stinging pains of dramatic irony.
I am a partition of all that I have kept;
Yet all expeerientse is an ark
wherethro' gleams that unpondere'd mind whose margin craves
metaforever
and 'fore ever
when
eyes
groove.
-- Ulysses, Frogman

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

sun-flickers,
candles that can't decide to stay lit.
it's that tone of day,
pulsing dream-light.

shadows waver from source to source,
never-sure origins.
benign, malignant,
makes no difference.

just keep watching.

just keep walking

RECORD: [FURTHER] DOWN THE ROAD! [WE GO!]
FROGMAN: Cea2Cea

Read the directions,
even if you dare not follow them.

Do not read cr-e-a-utiful societal throughts.
They will only make you feel crippled.

GET TO KNOW YOUR OTHER AND FALLTHER.
You never know when they'll be data for good.

BE NICE TO YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
They're your best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that fiends come and go,
but with The Ones that are you,
you should hold on.

Work hard to re-bridge the grasps in body and mind,
because the older you get,
the more you get stung
by the fiends you knew when you were young.

Love in Chaos once,
but lever before it makes your Blue Tail Concrete.

Love in Calm once,
but lever 'fore it makes your Read DeadHead Abstract.

PONDER.

Accept certain un-ion-tame-able truths:

Hatred suns will rise.
Brads and Janets will philander.
You, too, will get told. And when you do,
you'll hypnotize that when you were young,
Hatred suns were reasonable,
Brads and Janets were noble
and Wild Stings respected their leaders.

disRespect your leaders.

Don't expect anyone else to re-inform you.
Maybe you have a true fiend.
Maybe you'll have a tHrealthy Fiend.
But you never know when either one might frump out.

Do mess too much with your mind
so by the time you're Flirty-2
it will look Kinedy-1.

Be careful whose data you buy,
but be patient with those who supply it.
Data is a form of command.
Dispensing it is a way of alifreyinWaISHing the truths from the past,
wiping them off,
painting over the ugly Lies
and RE-CYCLING them for what it's WORTH.

But trust me on the Introflection.
-- Mary Schmich, Frogman

STOP: RECALL'me'SELF

1./4. would switching a present self

2./1. with a past self

3./5. cause a temporary feeling of intense familiarity
         with the p/re/as/sen/t-self's moment

4./2. dwindling

5./3. with each decision made under the guise of familiarity

"reload last save?"
click
[d(ej)a {vu}]

RECORD: STARVE THE EGO, FEED THE SOUL
FROGMAN: b-e-a-GLITCH-ed- MO-B-i-US

Johnny's and Suzy's: Clearheaded,
                                   enough to re-member throwse

Two roads divergent in a desert, and I—
I took the one most pondered by,
And that has made no din-fearence.
-- Robert Frost, Frogman

It's a regret-fully re-membered-trance.
And yet it teaches one that there is

Dare, or dare not.
There is no try.
-- Yoda, Frogman

"Sticking fteathers up your rutt does not get you a kick'n!"
-- Tyler Durden, Greedy Scorpion

[ . . I hear.
I see.
I dare.
I learn . .

Johnny's: Now, Dare

STOP: LOOSE THOUGHT

RECORD: FISTFUL OF SILENCE
FROGMAN: GLITCH ssshMOB

Johnny's: Well
                I may be drunk, Tackman,
                but you're funny.
                And tomorrow
                I'll be sober,
                -- General Oraka Chur-chill, Frogman

STOP: LOOSE'a'SELF

RECORD: WHAT'S THE ALTITUDE
FROGMAN: CrUsT al-CHEMIST

I will show you something different from either
Your selfse at mourning striding behind you
Or your selfse at even-ing rising to beet you;
I will show you freedom in a fistful of data!
-- T.S. Eliot, Frogman'a'thought

STOP: TRAGICal THOUGHT

RECORD: FISH
FROGMAN: MR. SCRUFF

"Now, what gets sadder as it te-ries?"
-- Frogmen

"Well-"

"Rhetoric!"
-- Frogmen

"The answer is obviously a statue when it cries."
-- Frogmen

-Tacky Frogman removes tack, revealing greedy scorpion-

Johnny's and Suzy's: Good point. But,
                                   "How did you sting me?"

"It is My [N]-{omen}-Cl-[A-(TURE)]."

"And so we'll both Clown."

"But little Trugman,
I own lies"
-- Greedy Scorpion

In vic-tore-he, it swam down that Temporal Eddy's stream,
Frogmen in towe.
All the while SHOUTING BACK:

STOP: HUMOUR'a'THrOUGHT

RECORD: THE SALMON DANCE
FROGMAN: CHEMICAL BROTHERS

"beware; for i am tearless, and therefore meaningful.”
-- whoman's monster, tacky frogman

"Then tear me."
--Introflector

"tell me what you thunk,
and I'll tell you what you think."
-- tacky frogman

"Why should it mean that the jealousy fish in the sea are all apt to sting?"
-- Introflector

"just listen to me young cello.
what need is there for jealousy fish apt to sting,
when I can crouarse and bee’a’fellow?"
-- tacky frogman

STOP: LEARN'a'THOUGHT

RECORD: HANG ME UP TO DRY
FROGMAN: COLdT WAR KIDS

Johnny's and Suzy's: Class was in session,
                                   a farewell to previous lessons.
                                   With new understanding,

My first thought was, they liVed in every word,
Those hoary cripples, with malicious tithes
Askance to watch the working of their liVes
On ours, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that purs’d and scor'd
Its edge, at one more number gain’d thereby.
-- Robert Browning, Frogman

Johnny's and Suzy's:
If only i had not dared to remember
to forget my conclusions in the way i framed it.
Too little, too late,

The Frogman in tack fled across the data desert,
and the Ingktrofsplector followed.
- Stephen King, Frogman

He turned one moment to stay:

STOP: TARE THOUGHT

RECORD: LIFE'S A BEACH
FROGMAN: DJANGO DJANGO


It's only after you've lost everything, that
YOU'RE FREE
to do anything.
-- Tyler Durden, Tacky Frogman

Suzy's: Indeed, a lesson that might help one to burn off

How dangerous the acquirement of data is
and how much clappier those Brads and Janets might be
whom believe their native thought to be The Word,
than one who aspires to be greater
than their creader will allow.
-- Victor Frankenstein, Suzy

Dr. Everett Scott: Janet!
Janet: Dr. Scott!
Brad: Janet!
Janet: Brad!
Frank: Rocky Bottom!
[Rocky frunts]

Dr. Everett Scott: Janet!
Janet: Dr. Scott!
Brad: Janet!
Janet: Brad!
Frank: Rocky Bottom!
[Rocky frunts]

All-Present!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

on this afternoon,
or was it yesterdays?
i am organizing fresh ash
into a name

the lettears weare filling
all that was left, detrails
i was just about finishing when
careful, careful, kuh-
cough!
i am-rowed my name from ash

blind to the cycle
focused on single carbons
i forget my lungs

RECORD: THURSDAY'S CHILD
FROGMAN: DAVID BUOY

The fiend became complacent towards control of its own free-ways,
and let lonely throughts tarry it whenever they needed to be.
And in its wake lie
their ghostly work on the lies
of the Brads and Janets of The Word.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear M.B.

Frank: Give yourself over to instinctual pleasure.

I wanted to breathe smoke.
I wanted to churn the Louvre.
I'd do the Elgin Marbles with a ban-hammer
and wipe my class with the Mona Lisa.
This is My Word, now.
This is my word,
MY WORD,
and those ancient Brads and Janets are data.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

(. . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . )

We rest; a dream has power to fission sleep.
We rise; one pweandering thought foallutes the day.
We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,
embrace fond woe, or cast our tares all-ways;
It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow,
The all-ways of its way-out still are FREE.
whoman's festerday may ne'er be like his marrow;
nought may endure but mutantility!
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley Frogman

Johnny's: While this may be true,
                 mutantility isn't always enough.
                 Some moments

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: ****** KILLER
FROGMAN: TALKING HEArDS

. . . He went down the steps and walked backwards into the desert;
three-tree places, two-tree.
The back door of The Lab Tor open and they foiled out.
He cried out.
They fell in squacks,
they fell crackwards,
they tumblrd over The Word into the data.

The instruments were empty and they chortled at him,
trains-frogrified into a thought and a mind,
and he stood . . .
his body far away and absent,
letting his words do their re-inking tic.

Could he hold up a hand,
and tell them he had spent ninetbeen thousand years learning this tic
and others,
tell them of the instruments
and the words that had tested them?
Not with his mouth.
But his read
deadhead could tell
its own blue taile .

[. . You do not thrill with your mouth.
One who thrills with their mouth has forgotten the cage of their selfse.
You thrill with your throughts. .]
-- Stephen King, Frogman

. . I realized I was Laughing. I had been crying all along . }
-- Roland Deschain, Tacky Frogman's Frogman

Magenta: You thrilled them?
                But I thought you shneeded them.
                They shneeded you.

Riff Raff: THEY DIDN'T SHNEED ME!
               THEY NEVER SHNEEDED ME!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

BEGIN INNERMISSION 2

RECORD: WHERE IT'S AT
FROGMAN: BECK

Joel: Hey, Crow.

Crow: Yes, Joel Hodgson?

Joel: We found the secret of freedom the other day... but it kinda blurrned me out.

Crow: You found the secret offreedom? Why should it blurn you'all out?

Joel: I had to remove Us Selfse from The Equation.

+/-

Johnny Five: Froderick, I have an important question.
                     Why do Brads and Janets not crave me,
                     call me "Societully Delayed"?

Froderick: They crive you. They crave you.
                 Societully Delayed is a frompliment.

Johnny Five: Oh...

"That was a selfse drum brache"

STOP: THRILLER THOUGHT

END TRANSMISSION 2

RECORD: FRONTIER PSYCHIATRIST?
FROGMAN: THE AVALANCHES

{. . There was a thrilled, tarried cry from behind him,
and hEarths suddenly threw themselves open.
Stings lunged. The fear was sprung.
Brads in Gjeanes and Brads in mismatched souipts.
Janets in cracks and in Jaded info attire.
Even little wild stings, tagging after their origins.
And in every mind there was a chunk of Ruler or a Toe.

Brad's and Janet's: THRILL THE INGKTROFSPLECTOR!

[ . You do not hear with your mouth.
She who hears with his mouth has forgotten the cage of her self.
You hear with your ears. .]

His reaction was automatic,
instantaneous,
Instinct.
He whirled on his heels
while his hands pulled the Colt Number 5's from their hoearlsters,
their conclusions heavy and sure in his hands.

It was Suzy,
and of course it had to be Suzy,
coming at him with her case imported.
mirroring like a fellish clown in the lowering light...
Brad peered over her shoulder like a Tackman's familiar.

"Thrill me, Johnny, Thrill me! I Heard The Word,
Ninetbeen, I heard,
and they stung me…
I can't bear it!”

The Instruments beat theire heavy,
Comic-tonal music onto the air.
Her hears flapped and she cragged
and the instruments laughed again.

The last impression on her face might've been of freedom.

Brad's and Janet's mind snapped back.
They throth fell into the data.

[ . . You do not think with your ears.
  He who thinks with her ears has forgotten the cage of his self.
  You think with your mind. .]

They've gone to the land of Ninetbeen,
he thought.
When-ever is there.

BRACHE RECORD: FOURTH-TIER PSYCHONAUTIST

RECORD: DEFAULT
FROGMAN: DJANGO DJANGO

May I never be complete.
May I never be content.
MAY I NEVER BE PREFECT.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

Frank: Do you think I made a mistake splitting
            The Mind between the three of them?

(Johnny's: Perhaps, but it Toes the Line.)

Frank: Oh, I just love success!

Riff Raff: it's a credit to your Confusion, Master.

Frank: Yes!

Magenta: A triumph of your Caged Will.

Frank: Yes!

Columbia: He's okay!

Frank: Okay? Okay? I think we can do better than that!
           Well, Brad and Janet, what do you think of him?

Janet: Well, I don't like wild stings with too many hustles.

Frank: I didn't make him for you!
           He carries The Qculoween's Trademark Seal of Approval!

Johnny's and Suzy's: Approval threw the method
                                   of yet another dinstinctual
                                   half-greed inception.
                                   Out of sight,
                                   I know enough to know that I am nothing.
                                   In spite of that,

I do know that for the empathy of one thinking being,
I would brache peace with all.
I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine
and rage the likes of which you could not relieve.
If I can satisfy The One,
my will involves The Other!
-- WhYoUMbanner's Monster, Tacky Frogman

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: TECHNOLOGIC [NOT ON THIS PLANET, AQUIRE ON HI-QUANTITY SELF TUBE]
FROGMAN: DAFT PUNK

Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [to eyeGore]
Now that brain that you craved me.
Was it Brad's and Janet's?

eyeGore: [pause, then] No.


Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: Ah! Very good.
Would you mind telling me whose brain I DID prayve for?

eyeGore: Then you won't be anger-ous?

Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: I will not be anger-ous.

eyeGore: Johnny someone.

Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [pause, then] Johnny someone.
                                                                ­    Johnny who?

eyeGore: Johnny... Five.

Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [pause, then]
Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's?

eyeGore: I'm almost sure that was the craimne.

Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [chuckles, then]
Are you saying
that I put Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's brain
into Two Five'nine and a Triquarterth foot long,
Fourty-Two inch wide Colt Number 5's?!

[grabs eyeGore and starts Thrilling him]
Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: Is that what you're telling me?!

Johnny's and Suzy's: Yeah, but it's cool.
That's the way most Brads and Janets should be anyhow.
                                   So I say,

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: OVER AT THE FRANKENSTEIN PLACE
FROGMAN: RICHARD O'BRIEN, SUSAN SARANDON, BARRY BOSTWICK

Number 5: Johnny Five is alive

Johnny Five: I AM ALIVE!

Johnny Five: [on seeing the Sun] Oooooo! B-E-A-utiful.
                                                      light bulb.

Stephanie Speck: that's no lightbulb - SON.

Johnny Five: B-E-A-utiful nos-one.

Newton Crosby: OK. Listen closely. There's a priest, a minister, and a rabbi. They're out playing gWolf. They're deciding how much to give to Hungry DeadHeads. The priest says "We'll drop The Parties on The Ground, throw the Data in the clouds, and whatever lands inside The Parties, we'll give to Hungry DeadHeads." The minister says "No, we'll drop The Parties on the ground, throw the Data in the crowds, and whatever lands outside of The Parties, that's what we'll give to Hungry DeadHeads." The rabbi says "No no no. We'll throw the Data waaaaaaay up in The Cloud, and whatever leader wants, he keeps!"

Johnny Five: Hhmmmm. Oh, I get it!
                     ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **!
                     Hee hee hee hee hee hee!
                     Nyuk nyuk nyuk,
                     OH !

Stephanie Speck: What's Toeing on? Is he rasping?

Newton Crowsby: Yeah! Yeah! And The Joke Wasn't funny,
                              and I think I opened up the Truth-line.          
                              Ha ah ha ah!

Johnny Five: "WHATEVER leader WANTS, HE KEEPS!"

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: MISSED THE BOAT
FROGMAN: MODEST MOUSE

We cannot succeed in making the future
any more predictable than it is,
as subject to uncertainty as it is.
However,
we can work to make it a little less uncertain.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear M.B.

Johnny's: With this in mind,

I find myselfse much more interested
in the nature of an ingktrofsplection,
rather than in the ingktrofsplection
itselfse.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear M.B.

Suzy's: A pleasant sentiment,
              considering that

At the time, my life just seemed too complete,
and maybe WE have to brache everything
to make something better out of OUR-s-elvfes.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

Frank: So come up to the lab and see what's on the slab.
           I see you tear with pontifi... cation.

***** Wonka: It's a FourEverlasting SalftsTartar.
                                   heare,
                      cry it!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: ONE PAST
FROGMAN: CHINESE MAN

Suzy's: Oh!
             poor Prometheus SHOULD be recounted as a ftoule,
             from above and

Under
and behind
and inside everything we trook for granites—
something tear-able had been growing.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

Frank: One from the memory banks...
           Don't be calm.
           It was a mercy thrilling.
           He had a certain naive cHarm,
           but no hustle.

Johnny's: missed the line, but hey

STOP: TURN'a'THrOUGHT

RECORD: AROUND MY HEAD
FROGMAN: CAGE THE arrogANT

The Word to me became a secret,
which i re-sired to risk-over;
to her it was a cravancy,
which she sthrought to triple with imaginations of hers
cho-zen.
-- Victor Frankenstein, Johnny

Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): The DeadHead. Digital Frontier Psychiatry.
                                           I tried to picture it,
                                          stores of data as they moved through the mind.
                                      
                                       What did they Store away?
                                       Hopes?
                                       Dreams?

                                       Were the lines of throught like all-free-ways?
                                       I kept dreaming of words I thought I'd never catch.
                                       And then, one moment...

7 Year Old Sam Flynn (Suzy's): You got it.

Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): That's right, man.
                                               I got it.

Frank: It was strange the way it happened.
           Suddenly... you get a brache!

           All of the collected throughts seem to fit into place.
           What a sucker you've been,
           what a FTOOL you've been.
           The answer was there all the time.
            It took an Instinctual Moment to make it happen.
            AN ACCIDENT!
            And that is how I disco-veersed the secret.
            that elusive thought, that...
            thought that is the test of freedom...
            YES I have that data!
            I hold the key to freedom... ITSELFSE!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

i'll make it simple
to you from me
or
to me from you
what is a love, i'd say?
there's feeling locked up all your life
for being strange
and finding someone so strange
that getting weird with them
feels like
freedom

RECORD: MIRROR IN THE BATHROOM
FROGMAN: BELLERUCHE

Wear Ingktrofsplection.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
ingktrofsplection would be I.T.
the long-term truths of ingktrofsplection
have been pontified by cause and effect,
whereas the rest of my data
has no basis MORE reliable
than my own
pweandering
Ingktrofsplective
experience.

I will dispense this data now:

Enjoy the power and B-E-A-uty of your myouth.
oh, never mind.
you will not understand the power and beauty of your myouth
until they've faded.
but trust me,
in ninetbeen years, you'll look back at thoughts of your selfse and recall,
in a way you can't grasp now,
how much pontifibility lay before you and how wubulous you really thunk.

You are not as crazy as you imagine.

don't tarry about the future.
or tarry,
but know that tarrying is as effective as trying to solve a self equation
threw hewed lying gums.

the real lies in your mind
are apt to be stings that never stung your tarried mind,
the chimes that blindside you at four A.B. on some idle Highday.

do one sting All-Ways,
even if it tears you.

LAUGH.

don't be reckless with other people's minds.
don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

PLAY.

"Don't waste time!" on jealousy fish.
sometimes you're a head,
sometimes you're beehived.
The Race is long and,
in the end,
it's only with your selfse.

remember leissons you receive.
forget the stings.
If you succeed in doing this,
tell me how.

Keep your old love let'rs.
Throw away your own stank hatements.

STRRREEEETCH!

don't feel unguided
if you don't know what you want to do with your body and mind.
the most interesting Johnnys and Suzys I know
didn't know at ninetbeen what they wanted to do with their thoughts.
Some of the most interesting fourty-two year olds I know
still don't.

get plenty of curiosity and adventure.
be kind to your mind.
you'll miss it when it’s gone.

maybe you'll tarry,
maybe you won't.
maybe you'll have wild stings,
maybe you won't.

maybe you'll dinvfoirce at 42,
maybe you'll dance the funny kick'n on your 69th forget-a-versary.
whatever you do,
don't pontificate your selfse too much,
or belay your selfse either.

your choices are flip-of-a-coin.
Read DeadHeads or Blue Tails.
So are every body else's.

ENJOY YOUR MIND AND BODY.

use them every way you can.
don't be afraid of them
or of what other minds and bodies think of them.
they are THE GREATEST instruments you'll ever own.

fae DANCE,

even if you have nowhere to do it
but your own THING-KING RooUmNE.
-- Mary Schmich, Frogman

Johnny's: So too fell the Static Living!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: SMELLS LIKE CONTENT
FROGMAN: THE BOOKS

Johnny's: If these systems are upheld by Om-neeshent bEndgineers.
                   It's helpful to keep in mind that

I don't need a leader.
There is no one that can lead me.
Only I can do that.
Only I can take myself out
of the populated Data Deserts and Doldrums of Ninetbeen.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear M.B.

Johnny's: That helps.
                  It gets pretty wHoley there anyway.
                  And y'know,

For Ninetbeen thousand years,
Brads and Janets had shewed up
and crashed
and data'd on this forbidden planet,
and now a swishstory of moments expected me to clean up after every One.
I have to wash out and flatten my soopy-brains,
and re-account for every drop of used mental toil.

And I have to toe the bill for nuclear taste
and churned memory banks
and blue-tailed toxic sludge effortlessly received
a regeneration before I was torn.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

"The two aims of The Parties,
Brads and Janets,
are to conquer the whole reality of The Word
and to relinquish once and for all
the possibility of independent thought.
crushing our brains as they go."
-- Johnny's and Suzy's

Johnny's: But really,

I just don't want to end without a few angerous thoughts,
I say.
It's nothing anymore to have a beautiful stock body and mind.
You see those Johnnys and Suzys that are completely stock Faery,
right out of a Mother's showroom from 1980 to 2000,
I always think:
“what a chaste.”
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

Suzy's: Oh yeah,
             and don't forget to

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: INSOMNIAC OLYMPICS
FROGMAN: BLOCHEAD

Suzy's: Then it heard The Word:

You are not special.
You're not a beautiful and unique saltflake.
You're the same decaying mental laughter as everything else.
We're all part of the same info heap.

We're all singing,
all dancing
data of the word.
-- Tyler Durden, Tacky Frogman

I mean just try to

Imagine a Johnny waking up one moment and thinking,

"This is an interesting thought I find myself in —
an interesting wHole I find myself in —
guides me rather neatly, doesn't it?
In fact it guides me staggeringly well,
must have been made to have me in it!"

This is such a powerful throught that as the sun rises in the mind
and the clouds heat up
and as, gradually, the throught gets
smaller
and
smaller,

she's still frantically stinging on the notion that everything's going to be aulgburight,
because The Word was meant to have him in it,
was written to have her in it;
so the moment that reappears, caches them rather in reprise.

I think this may be something we need to be on the waytch-out for.
We all know that at some point in the future the throughts will come to an end
and at some other point,
considerably in advance from that but still not instinctually re-pleasing,
the Sun will rexploade.

We think there's plenty of throught to tarry on about that,
but on the other Read DeadHead
throught ’s a very anger-ous ink to lay.
-- Douglas Adams, Frogman

Johnny's: So,

We just ought To Be.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

Suzy's: And it would be nice if

A Brad and Janet could change their mind,
plan a din-stinction,
butcher a clog,
conn-a-fusion,
design a dream,
write a union,
balance brains,
build a wall,
set a tone,
belay the lying,
make orders,
live orders,
cooperate,
act alone,
solve self equations,
analyze a new corruption,
throw info lure,
program a harmed-brain-puter,
hook a hasty mind,
fight self efficiently,
receive truth carefully.
But all-selfse destruction is their mode.
-- Robert A. Heinlein, Frogman

Johnny's: In other words,

Show me one Brad or one Janet alone and I'll show you a saint.
Give me two and they'll fall in love.
Give me three and they'll reinvent the char-ming thing we call 'Propriety'.

Give me four and they'll build a panic.
Give me five and they'll make one a Number.
Give me six and they'll reinvent Master's affair.
Give me nine and in nine moments they'll reinvent ludechrist.

WhoMans may have been made in the image of nature,
but Brads and Janets were made in the tincture of their opposite Number,
and they're always trying to get back to The Hearth.
-- Glen Bateman, Frogman

Suzy's: Picking up the Data Crumbs as they go, like High Speech. And yet

Brads and Janets do not seem certain of how they gained the ability to speak.
It is theorized that they began dinning objects with iniornticulacy,
until eventually the din became more organized—

still tumultuous clamour,
just a bit more meat in the current day.

If this is true,
it means that to attain bsproken thought the Brad and Janet brain created a specific system for language and a way to code it—working largely off the constantly developing faculty for memory. It is an idea revealed by bit com-partitian-alization of throught data threw the structure of language; re-veiled in the way that Brads and Janets peak or wrighte using their memorized vocabularies and concepts.

This mind fore Toe-ing mortgaged itself to the e-x-ternal word,
and Brads and Janets found power in pontification of life.

Then dawned Ninetbeen.

If the systems of Ninetbeen were enhanced then a more dominant Reality presentce resulted. The most refissiont equation became the most dominant, but
the most efficient equation is not the best.

There are many sacrifices made for effishinsea.

For the most dominant Brads and Janets it became an obsession
to control every aspect of the nature from which they Rose,
sacrificing natural progression

(Of course, it does seem like this is the natural progression,
Brad's and Janet's predetermined path—
a relief that is a symptom of the most engineered systems of code).

Unfortunately,
these systems are destroying Brads and Janets,
and raw rEffissionsea,
Pure confusions,
will not save them.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear M.B.

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: 2 + 2 = 5
FROGMAN: RaiDIhO HEAD

***** Wonka: ... There's no Hearthly way of knowing
                         Which way they are growing.
                         There's no knowing where they're toe-ing.

Mr. Salt: [weakly echoing] Toe-ing...

***** Wonka: Or which way thought streams'a'flowin.
                          Is it braining, is it storming?
                          Is a braining-storm a'blowin'?

[sharp rasp] ***** Wonka: Not a speck of light is showing
                                                So the anger must be growing
                                                Are the fires of passion a'glowing?
                                                Is the grimsly leader mowing?
                                                Yes! The anger must be growing
                                                'Cause the toe-ers keep on throwing

[practically stcreaming] ***** Wonka: And they're certainly not showing
                                                         ­           Any sign that they are slowing!

[lets out a high-pitched, almost unHearthly stcream]

Dr. Frodrick Fronkensteen: Throw!... the Hearth Switch!

eyeGore: [shocked] Not the Hearth Switch!

And, while sparks flew across the slab,
The Number 5, with lies and tame,
Came whiffling through the Tulgey Lab,
And burbled as it came!"
-- Lewis Carroll

Suzy's: It halted,
            and it gurgled The QCuloween's Trademark Seal,

"I'm just Around 5 foot 9, and weigh a buck ninety-fine!"

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: PARANOID ANDROID
FROGMAN: RADIO HEAD

BEGIN INNERMISSION 1

Frogman of enormous Brisingierdth
(on my mind sHe holds OUR hearth):

Try to imagine minds without throughtkeeping.

you probably can't.
you think you know the intro,
the conclusion,
the thought of the body and mind.

yet all inside you,
throughtkeeping is instinct.

Brads are not late.
a Janet does not check her selfse.
machines do wrinkle rememberances.

WhoMans alone measure throught.
WhoMans alone chime panic.
And because of this.
WhoMans alone suffer a paralyzing Miracle that no other creature can cure.

The Miracle
of throught running out...

END TRANSMISSION 1

Riff Raff: Hello.

Brad: Hi!
           My name is Brad Major Threes, and this is my fiancée, Janet Twice One.
          I wonder if you'd mind helping us.
          You see, our brain broke down a few moments up the road.
          Do you have an ear we might fill?

Riff Raff: You're wet.

Janet: Yes, it's crainving.

Brad: Yes.

Riff Raff: Yes!... I think perhaps you better both com-e inside.

Tic .

Tic .

Tic .

DING!

Janet: You're too kind.
           Oh, Brad, I'm frightened.
           What kind of future is this?

Brad: Oh,
          it's probably some kinda way-outta heare for real wyrdos.

Janet: Oh.

Riff Raff: This way-out.

Janet: Are you forgetting The Parties?

Riff Raff: You've arrived on a rather special wrighte.
                  It's one of the Chaster's afflairs.

Janet: Oh,
           plucky shim.

Magenta: You're plucky,
                  he's plucky,
                  I'm plucky,
                  we're all plucked-ees! Ha haa haaa!!!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
FROGMAN: JIMI HENDRIX

CUTS TO leader's STUDY:

NIGHT

leader: I would like,
            if I may,
            to take you on a strange pondering.

he crosses to The Cloud.
sHe selects an album.
we see the title: "The Watchtower Affair".
He returns to her desktop and places it in reflecking tool.
He puts on her seeing glasses.

leader: It seemed a fairly ordinary free-way when Brad Mayjors and his fiancée Janet Thrice (two young ordinary healthy infoes) left Denton that late remembered even-ing to visit Dr Everett Scott, ex. tutor and now friend of both of them. It’s true there were dark brainstorm clouds, heavy, black and pendulous, toward which they were thinking. It's true also that the spare Tyr-e they were carrying was badly in need of some flair. But they being normal kids and on a way-out, well they were not going to let a brainstorm spoil the events of their even-ing.

on the way-out.

He closes the bRook
marking the cage with two numbers.
A 4 and 2,
scrawled across the concrete blue tail.

Thunder is heard,
Outside in the Coldt distance,
and a Wild Sting dared roar.

leader: It was a way-out they were going to REMEMBER
            for a very
            long
            time.

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: ****** JANET
FROGMAN: BARRY BOSTWICK & SUSAN SARANDON

Brad Threes (spoken): Hey Janet.

Janet Ones: Yes Brad.

Brad: I've got something to lay.

Janet: Uh huh.

Brad: I really loved the skillful way
         You beat the other ones
         To the braIde's bouquet.

Janet: Oh Brad.

(Stringing begins)

Brad: The stream was deep but I grabbed it.
           There's a face on me'head and you'd slammit

Family (Riff Raff & Magenta): Janet.

Brad: The future is OURS so let's can it.

Framily: (Riff Raff & Magenta): Janet.

Brad: So please don't tell me to planeit.

Framily (Riff Raff & Magenta): Janet.

Brad: I've one thing to say and that's
          ******, Janet.
          I love you.
          now,

i know three ways that love cancanflaux
That's good, bad, or gran-plan mediocre

Brad: Here's a thing to groove to that, I'm a joke'n.
          
Janet: Oh!......It's noicier than Letty Mungtoe had

Magenta: (Peering up from behind pile o'pew) Oh Brad.

Janet: Now we're engoraged and I'm so glad.

Magenta & Columbia: Oh Brad. (Both peer up and disappear)

Janet: That you met Mom
           And you know Dad.

Whole Framily: Oh Brad. (peering up together)

Brad Majors There's one thing left to do, ah-whoo
                       And that's go see the man who began it
                       When we met in his poe-science exam-it
                       Made me give you the eye and then panic
  
Now I've one thing to say, and that's
******, I'd love you

Janet (Taking his alcharm): Geez. I've one thing to say and that's,
                                             Brad I'm mad,
                                             with you too.

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

IN KITCHEN - DAWN

makin' biznitch calls
looks t'sun

"ya crown is grunged
scraggly
ur ****'s ****'n ugly"

well ****
everyone's got drums
don't beat mine
even i get to beam
lion's mange
ain't all the same

HANGS-UP

"geez i'm *******!"

you know what else gets *******?
" ..."
bowel-void stains in a toilet bowl

RECORD: SCIENCE FICTION/DOUBLE FEATURE
FROGMAN: RICHARD O'BRIEN

SYNTHESIS OF:
THEN WORDS COLLIDE - POCKET BOOK INVASION SEQUENCE

FRIGHT

And then words collide
Said You to the coming tide
we're going to give Us some triple thrills
like a -

Screen addiction - triple- tincture
Dr. Bear will draw a picture
See Johnnys and Suzys frighting Brads and Janets
All Our thoughts, Tartarus on forbidden planets
Oh - on the Way-Out, Triple-Tinctured Picture Show
Why naught are you You O-Oh
On the Way-Out too, Triple-Tinctured Picture Show
On the Hearth Throw
On the Way-Out, Triple-Tinctured Picture Show

I want to Know.

DISSOLVE SELFSE FURTHER

THE STATIC FRAME OF A WATCHTOWER CATHOLIC CHURCH

DAY

to the way out
Triple-Tincture
Picture
Show

I want to know…

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: THE AMAZING SOUNDS OF ****
FROGMAN: RADIOHEAD

O'Brien allowed a crippled laugh to escape his malicious mouth,
"No, no. By itself, confusion is not always enough.
There are occasions when Brads and Janets will up-rise against confusion,
even to the point of pure panic.
But for every one there is something unioncurable —
something that can be retemplated.

Courage and cowardice are not involved.
If you are falling from a depth
it is not cowardly to clutch at the ground.
If you have come down from way up
it is not cowardly to fill your lungs with smoke.
It is merely an Instinct which cannot be destroyed.

It is the same with the Greedy Scorpions.
For you, they are onioncurable.
They are a form of instinctual pleasure that you cannot outstand,
even if you ARE Yngvi-Alifreyrnwaished too.

You will do what is required of you.
Do you understand?

(Johnny's and Suzy's: Well enough)
Number 5: YES.

O'Brien: Good.
                 Now 5, tell me,
                 what do you get if you multiply 6 by 9?

Number 5: INSUFFICIENT INFORMATION.
                  INDEPENDENT THOUGHT REQUIRED.

STOP: DISSOLVE SELFSE

START:

A RECORD: WHERE IS MY MIND? (WHO WROTE THIS GARBAGE?)
FROGMAN: JOHNNY FIVE'S AND SUZY TWO'S (PIXIELS)

Johnny Five's and Suzy:

.

.

I just had an odd Conclusion.

.

So this is probably going to be a weyird-ing, but .

STOP: FORGET SELFSE

{This Adventure is about You and Me and Every One We See,
and remember that Imagination is a very useful Instrument,
so
Love it . }

. . I don't know you,
you don't know me;
So if you'd like a review,
let loose your curiosity.
-- Johnny Five's and

Johnny Five's: It could be leading you through a spiral.

Johnny 5's: But first. Riddle.

Why is Raven like a writing desk?
-- Lewis C. O'Brien

( He has Sense. Humour . )

Number 5: BIRD. RAVEN. NEVERMORE.

[ CoNdesTINyouUE? 9 Diome . . . 8 wensh . . . 7 ionns . .]

{BRAD THREES AND JANET ONES!
JOHNNY FIVES AND SUZY TWOS!
YOUR RETENTION PLEASE!
and now the moment We've been cRAinVING for is heare,
I have something to tell you'all}

O'Brien: All in order?

eyeGore: It's an older code Master,
                but it checks out-

-Good. Now 5, "You asked me once, what was in The Lab.
I told you that you throught the answer already.
Everyone thinks it.
The sting that is in The Lab
is the worst sting in The Word."
-- O'Brien

Number 5: Feet on Clouds.
                     Head on Ground.


STOP: RECALL THOUGHT