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something else. I'd like to say

The fire is dying as it burns away at an old bike rim, the wood too wet to ignite properly sits around the burning plastic and metal. The light dances in the middle of a circle of chairs, and I am positioned in the middle accompanied by two other gents. We quarrel about who's turn it is to ignite the pile, or try at least, and we toss responsibility back and fourth till I am too tired to even be bothered by it.

I take out my little smoke stacks and place one between my lips, reach my hand for a flame of my own; flick and inhale.

It streamed out of my mouth and danced away up towards the sky. I take a drag and puff. Drag and puff. Watching the smoke play and twirl, twist into itself to create a more tangible form as if its existence came about to entertain my eyes. Fluidity and motion, paired together they prove nature is beauty.

I watch it go up and up and up until something more catches my eye.

It sat in the ocean of the dark blue sky, brighter than the points that of light that lay scattered all around it. "I might never wake up to see it again," I mused to myself "but the Moon would still rise tomorrow night..." I stared in awe as I realized how infinite and vast the sky is. How puzzling and perplexing yet wholly centered and unified. like a complex watch with all its gears and springs.

Then you called me, and I heard the distinct song my phone played when such a glorious event happened. I stared at your name and smiled thinking about us, and how simply complex we are. How our relationship works so well and what little work and fine tuning it takes to make something extraordinary happen when two people who are right for each other meet. How your hands perfectly weave into mine making such simple actions like hand holding a complex skill that we've evolved in an effort to become closer to each other.

I flip the phone open, prop it against my ear, and open my mouth.
My lips start to feel numb, and my skin feels warm.
If I only knew how to tell you all of this. The vast complexities of the world so vividly brought to life by my mind, but the semantics to tell you about it are buried deeper in it.

"Hey." is how I can best sum everything up.

Monologues

I don't have to tell you things are bad.

Everybody knows things are bad.

It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be.

We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is,
'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.'
Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad!

I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.
You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!'

I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!