Ed was at the end of his rope, an he detested "There is no rope", he would scream at the laughing There is only the end, no hope, no Ending is better than of perception, windows of opportunity These are illusions the killing floor
Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny perhaps a slight tinge of glee But this was only because he be bothered To try to a manner of speaking That truly reflected his
This is a vaccum, is no air in this room is no fun anymore Nihilism knocked three on the ceiling But the rosy fingers of dawn always themselves In the nose of promises
sang, "Heysanna, Hosanna" Paralyzed prima-donnas in the streets all day But when the darkness came, went home I was ready, everyone else was
And while it have been a relief to see That I was all along Here I am still, and trapped the endless end
And I can it all around And laugh at it and laugh at I can laugh louder than the walls, the halls, the than Charles De Gaul or Fulton Mall
But I don't what I'm laughing at I don't know just what I think is so funny I don't know why I just shut up And give up and lay and die
"What do I to complain about anyway?" Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire" This actually true Ed's was an obvious forgery
His three Rothkos had just been out In an article in forum' entitled 'The Three Most Insignificant Paintings of Mark And his Barbara Krugers had been irreparably By Rein and a few other bands from Gainesville That to acknowledge the value of art
"Come to of it", Ed mused To the laminated roadkill table that he had purchased When times had seemed less bleak "Come to think of it, not does art have no intrinsic value But my has no extrinsic value either"
"I know I'm not a But that's no to complain There is no to complain is no reason to do anything"
"I don't believe in reason, objective reality or farming I don't in public speaking is another reason why I'm here alone I don't believe in or death I kill myself but I don't believe in suicide"
Ed put on a red shirt and took a walk around the block whistling softly to himself He his apartment screaming "There is no on this planet"
"Jehovah One replaced all life machinery five centuries ago The so-called Industrial Was just another hoax and we all for it we were all programmed to, even I fell for it I believe in the engine though I don't believe in anything"
Logical inconsistency is the Mr. I bathe in Each and every evening, except for yesterday I roller bladed over to the Masonic Temple To play pinochle with Pope Paul the First I really had no in the matter"
Ed certainly go on and on And he did, and he would and he you or I or somebody does something about it Senator of Louisiana over closed circuit television And as long as he continues to pontificate I do nothing
Ed walked away from the program feeling and stapled His was buzzing, the way it always did just after 'Jeopardy' He loaded up the micro bus with and poseidons And headed for County
"I've had it", he sang, "I've had it with puns, literature, Italian neorealism Meaningless cross references and lists of nonsense I shall drive a license, without clothing, without direction"
"And if I make it to Arkansas, And if I'm running late, if I'm running a game It doesn't matter, I shall on running"
"Yes, this is the answer, this is the ending, I keep on running Because a body in motion to stay emotional And it's to feel, pain is better than emptiness Emptiness is than nothing, and nothing is better than this"