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Obligatory Dialogue Extension by mrs. johnson 07/23/2003, 5:26pm PDT Steve: Quite stalwart, Rud. Where did you purchase it? Rudyard: Alley behind the Unicorn Café. Steve: How much did you lay down? Rudyard: Twenty more than I told myself I would. Steve: Forget about it, you’ll be dead in a hundred years anyway. What’s that on your dash? Rudyard: Gotta worship something. Steve (laughing): You got me there, but what the hell is it? Rudyard: Dunno. John got it form me in a Japanese Supermarket down in Arlington Heights. Said he saw it and thought of me. Steve: The arms look detachable. Rudyard: Don’t touch ‘em. They used to come off really easily, so I super glued them on. The legs too. Steve: The Japanese are crazy assholes. Rudyard: Yeah. Steve:… Rudyard:… Steve: So where are you going to school next year? Rudyard: I transferred out of Brown back home. I’ll go to a local school, get a degree as quick as I can. I’m tired of this college bullshit. Steve: Did you fail some classes? Rudyard: Nah. I lost control in the epiphany. Steve: What? Rudyard: I went walking one night, in December. Pretty fucking cold and I didn’t have a jacket on. Anyway, I looked up at the moon, got hypnotized and woke up bleeding. That was it. I was done. Steve: What the fuck are you talking about? Do you have any health problems? Rudyard: Nah, I told you, got lost in the epiphany. Couldn’t handle it. Steve: Look man, I don’t get it. Don’t give me this spiritual bullshit, did you have a doctor look at you. Rudyard: Nope. Steve: Why don’t you go see one now? Rudyard: I don’t have any scars, what am I going to tell him? I passed out once while feeling light and airy? Steve: What about a psychiatrist? Rudyard: Fuck ‘em. That’s for the weak, and I don’t believe in their garbage. Psychology is a crock of shit. Steve: Well you need to do something. You can’t just ignore this; you might have a tumor or something. Rudyard: I did do something. I transferred out. Steve: How is that going to solve anything? Rudyard: I couldn’t deal with all the shit that was happening. I was too lonely and cut off from everyone I knew, so my mind started creating meaning in places. You know, enlightenment. That’s how it works. Same way as your muscles. Don’t move them for a while and they atrophy, then when you try to move them they hurt. Same with your mind. Sit in silence with no thought, and your mind atrophies a bit, then think and the first thought seems significant. Same shit. I was lonely, little stimulation except books. And I wasn’t reading Douglas Adams. Complicated post modern shit that doesn’t really mean anything like Tristram Shandy. When the enlightenment rolled around I wasn’t ready for it. That’s that. Steve: Well how do you know that if you didn’t stay there it would have worked the second time? Rudyard: Huh. I didn’t really think of that. I just figured I failed so it was time to retreat. Steve: That’s fucked up man. You take everything too seriously. Rudyard: Not really. I guess I just take everything and that’s it. Fuck. Steve: Well I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for the ride. Rudyard: Sure, sure. Later. the mrs.

Obligatory Dialogue Extension by mrs. johnson 07/23/2003, 5:26pm PDT     Fictional AIM logs!!! by Fussbett 07/23/2003, 6:08pm PDT         Re: Fictional AIM logs!!! by E. L. Koba 07/23/2003, 6:11pm PDT         You people will crush my spirit. NT by mrs. johnson 07/23/2003, 8:13pm PDT             CRUSH! CRUSH! by Fullofkittens 07/23/2003, 8:53pm PDT                 Re: CRUSH! CRUSH! by mrs. johnson 07/23/2003, 9:05pm PDT