Dichroic Orchid ~ Saturday, July 12, 2025
"Good Morning!"
A: And what, may I ask, is good about it?
B: An argument? How much do I owe you?
A: Blessings! Your soul is but chump change for me.
B: Then what? Cash money? You must be kidding?
A: Dinner, drinks, a quick shag in the back room.
B: I'm not an analyst. I had you pegged...
A: Pegging went out with Princess Margaret. Cash?
B: My bad. For God's sake! A pound of flesh? Bet.
A: Roulette. Let the wheel spin and the ball fall...
B: Icarus in that feather get-up? Trash!
A: Trailers in the back. Methadone clinic...
B: Heroin addicts thumbing for a ride.
A: No place like home. No matter what they say.
B: They say you can never go back in time.
A: Stop on a dime. I was born for better.
B: Or worse. Like my ex-wife. Starter marriage.
A: Absinthe dreams, sugarcube. Melt in the rain.
B: Or in the sweltering heat of summer.,
A: It’s not the heat but the humidity.
B: Humility on the cross. Nine-inch nails.
A: Danced with Beth and Ginger. 616 Club.
B: Balderdash! Ginger became a crack whore.
A: That was Beth. Your memory is afloat.
B: On a sunken ship. Getting older now.
A: Everything becomes a jumble, swamp rat.
B: Burdened by the emptiness in my heart.
A: What do you know, Buddha? Enlightenment?!
B: Scoff if you must. Kensho, if you must know.
A: Imagine. A Baby Bodhisattva!
B: Yes, yes, professor. We know you know it...
A: ...all! By heart. Since before the Big Bang. Time...
B: Neverending sorrow and suffering.
A: Is there no love in this world anymore?
B: Rhetoric, pure rhetoric, professor.
A: Buzzcocks! I'll eat your liver for breakfast.
B: Prometheus expects no less, vulture.
A: Double eagle, very rare, cough it up.
B: So be it! You always get in the last...
A: ...word. Beggars can't be choosers. So, decide.
B: [Silence]. [Thinking]. [Thinking]. [Thinking no more].
A: And what, may I ask, is good about it?
B: An argument? How much do I owe you?
A: Blessings! Your soul is but chump change for me.
B: Then what? Cash money? You must be kidding?
A: Dinner, drinks, a quick shag in the back room.
B: I'm not an analyst. I had you pegged...
A: Pegging went out with Princess Margaret. Cash?
B: My bad. For God's sake! A pound of flesh? Bet.
A: Roulette. Let the wheel spin and the ball fall...
B: Icarus in that feather get-up? Trash!
A: Trailers in the back. Methadone clinic...
B: Heroin addicts thumbing for a ride.
A: No place like home. No matter what they say.
B: They say you can never go back in time.
A: Stop on a dime. I was born for better.
B: Or worse. Like my ex-wife. Starter marriage.
A: Absinthe dreams, sugarcube. Melt in the rain.
B: Or in the sweltering heat of summer.,
A: It’s not the heat but the humidity.
B: Humility on the cross. Nine-inch nails.
A: Danced with Beth and Ginger. 616 Club.
B: Balderdash! Ginger became a crack whore.
A: That was Beth. Your memory is afloat.
B: On a sunken ship. Getting older now.
A: Everything becomes a jumble, swamp rat.
B: Burdened by the emptiness in my heart.
A: What do you know, Buddha? Enlightenment?!
B: Scoff if you must. Kensho, if you must know.
A: Imagine. A Baby Bodhisattva!
B: Yes, yes, professor. We know you know it...
A: ...all! By heart. Since before the Big Bang. Time...
B: Neverending sorrow and suffering.
A: Is there no love in this world anymore?
B: Rhetoric, pure rhetoric, professor.
A: Buzzcocks! I'll eat your liver for breakfast.
B: Prometheus expects no less, vulture.
A: Double eagle, very rare, cough it up.
B: So be it! You always get in the last...
A: ...word. Beggars can't be choosers. So, decide.
B: [Silence]. [Thinking]. [Thinking]. [Thinking no more].
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