Roger, why is the bridge green?!

[Sister_Gothique]

I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago.  I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.

I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.

World loops back around.  You're actually in Vail.

Freakish..It DOES sound like Vail. One of few places where yuppies and rednecks can come together in a community and...well..continue to ignore each other.

[Doktor Howl]

I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago.  I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.

I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.

World loops back around.  You're actually in Vail.

Freakish..It DOES sound like Vail. One of few places where yuppies and rednecks can come together in a community and...well..continue to ignore each other.

Sounds like The City.  Live next to your neighbor for 30 years, and never know his name.  Except that nobody lives anywhere for 30 years anymore, because you gotta keep moving, keep hustling, keep clawing your way up to the prize.

You DO want the prize, don't you?

[Freeky]

I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago.  I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.

I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.

World loops back around.  You're actually in Vail.

Freakish..It DOES sound like Vail. One of few places where yuppies and rednecks can come together in a community and...well..continue to ignore each other.

Sounds like The City.  Live next to your neighbor for 30 years, and never know his name.  Except that nobody lives anywhere for 30 years anymore, because you gotta keep moving, keep hustling, keep clawing your way up to the prize.

You DO want the prize, don't you?

I've had a good long look at what they call The Prize, Roger. It's just as shallow and as much of a facade as they themselves have and are. This dissatisfies me in a way that I can't quite explain, except that I think it contributes to me occasionally losing my mind.

I've thought long and  hard, Roger. I don't want that prize. From here, it looks more like a toll than anything. I think most of us already have enough of those that we don't need to chase after another.

[Doktor Howl]

I had a thought, maybe yesterday, maybe a couple days ago.  I was looking over towards those small mountains west of Tucson, and thinking of how a person can't get any farther, because it just drops off into the ocean right there. Now, my parents frequently go to this place called "California", but I don't know about that, because there'd be an ocean in the way. I think you're right. People never leave here. They just like to pretend.

I left. I wandered north 7 years ago to a land called Wyoming. But there is a mountain on the Southern edge of the town I live in now, and on a clear Summer day it seems like there is a dingy haze peeking over the mountain from the other side, and I can almost smell the fragrant odors of sun-bleached concrete and overcooked Mexican food. Sometimes I wonder if for these past 7 years, all I've really accomplished is to find a hidden suburb.

World loops back around.  You're actually in Vail.

Freakish..It DOES sound like Vail. One of few places where yuppies and rednecks can come together in a community and...well..continue to ignore each other.

Sounds like The City.  Live next to your neighbor for 30 years, and never know his name.  Except that nobody lives anywhere for 30 years anymore, because you gotta keep moving, keep hustling, keep clawing your way up to the prize.

You DO want the prize, don't you?

I've had a good long look at what they call The Prize, Roger. It's just as shallow and as much of a facade as they themselves have and are. This dissatisfies me in a way that I can't quite explain, except that I think it contributes to me occasionally losing my mind.

I've thought long and  hard, Roger. I don't want that prize. From here, it looks more like a toll than anything. I think most of us already have enough of those that we don't need to chase after another.

Ho ho!  That's not the real prize.  That's just a cheap prop for the middle of the show.

The real prize is the nice silver handles on the side of your coffin.

[Freeky]

Hah! At the rate things are going, I'd be lucky to have shiny NICKEL handles on the side of my coffin. Lucky, I say!

[Doktor Howl]

Hah! At the rate things are going, I'd be lucky to have shiny NICKEL handles on the side of my coffin. Lucky, I say!

I just want you guys to dump whatever bits of me you don't eat into a random wash.

[Freeky]

We'll take you out past Tombstone, so you can finally get the hell out of this city, and dump you in a random wash. Is that ok?

[Doktor Howl]

We'll take you out past Tombstone, so you can finally get the hell out of this city, and dump you in a random wash. Is that ok?

The monsoons would only wash me back into town.

You know this.

[Freeky]

Yeah... I guess they would...

[Doktor Howl]

Bump, because Freeky has been excessively cheerful.

[Freeky]

I will bet you I can read this whole thread and still be Happy Cheerful Fun Time Freeky!

ETA: Yup, still cheerful.

[Doktor Howl]

I will bet you I can read this whole thread and still be Happy Cheerful Fun Time Freeky!

ETA: Yup, still cheerful.

It's green Freeky.  The whole rest of the town is black & white.  But it's green.

I wonder if it's spreading?

[Freeky]

If it does, I'll start laughing.

YOU, sir, are contagious.

[Doktor Howl]

If it does, I'll start laughing.

YOU, sir, are contagious.

[Freeky]