Breaker, Breaker

A woman pushes a shopping cart across an empty street at night: “The doctor said you can’t tell I had a stroke but I’m not so sure.” A man wearing a neck brace paddles out to sea on a surf board: “The apartment I’m living in right now used to belong to my girlfriend’s ex-husband.” A skinny blonde woman points a gun up into the sky: “Daddy says I have what it takes to be a huge star.” Two little girls hold up champagne flutes filled with sparkling apple cider: “Our mommy died from too much desert.” An old man walks his dog on across an empty field: “The means of production has rendered all of me obsolete.” An old woman wearing a visor, sunglasses, and a bikini suntans at the top of a flight of stairs: “I told them plenty of times that if they parked in front of my garage again I was going to tow them.” James Taylor tosses a rotten apple into a garbage can: “There are some men who just cannot pull off I three-piece suite and it remains to be seen whether I am one of those men or not.” A teacher stands in front of a classroom full of parents sitting in chairs meant for kindergartners: “Where I come from fear is a constant, like oxygen.” A tennis instructor throws his racket into the net separating him from his student: “Who else can you think of because right now I’m all out of answers.” Two air traffic controllers stand next to the coffee maker in the employee lunch room: “Being complicit in your own destruction means it’s a tragedy and not just mere drama.” The San Diego Chicken lies in a pool of blood in the parking lot of Jack Murphy Stadium: “Having a sense of humor is overrated.” Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia turns to Sandra Day O’Connor and sticks out his tongue: “The last living Beatle is going to be paraded around like the Stanley Cup.” The Sheriff of a desolate Wild West town tosses his badge onto the ground: “If anyone deserves the key to this city it’s me.” Ornette Coleman stands in front of the fountain at Lincoln Center: “I’m not going on until they get rid of the guy with the electric blue bow tie.” A small child wearing suspenders walks across a row of train tracks: “For his eighth birthday Clarence wants to have a party in Paris and despite his parents wishes he will.” Two airline pilots, still in uniform, sit on a hotel bed while through a crack in the bathroom door a woman applies lipstick in the mirror: “You are more wrong than right so all I’m trying to figure out is what method you are using in order to be right.” A young woman sits in the passenger seat of a car being driver by an older man: “I just don’t understand why they always have to be so short.” A bible salesman opens the wooden white gate surrounding a small house and closes it behind him: “They’ll never understand just how hard it is to get people to act natural and talk how they would normally talk if there wasn’t someone else in the room.” Two flamenco dances hold a pose and stare into each other’s eyes: “Hey if you want to be taken seriously then you’re going to have to move to England and lose all your hair.” A news reporter stands in front of a burning building: “Someone forgot to tell him that his son had already been saved.” Four young men with long beards wear Nazi uniforms and stand in front of a water-stained concrete wall: “The name of our band is Terminal Utopia, we hail from St. Louis, Missouri, and we are hear to rock you like it’s 1942.” A woman in a white bathrobe stands in front of her kitchen sink, holding the phone: “Is she dead? Is she dead? Check for me. If she’s not tell her I said she’s right, it’s like I’m not living in New York, it’s more like New York is the backdrop for the story of my life.” A bicyclist makes a turn signal with his left arm and gives the middle finger to a car with his right: “What it all comes down to in the end is that basically, despite all my problems, I’m still a decent guy and I don’t really deserve all the bad things that have happened to me, which is why, in the end, I will be saved, despite what people think.” A librarian on her knees, re-shelving the large square books in the children’s section: “There’s no point in complaining about something that’s optional to begin with.” Kareem Abdul-Jabbar does the Black Power salute in front of the entrance to an Albertson’s Supermarket: “The sound of static is in its own right a legitimate form of music and one day when people have faster ears they’ll be able to hear the message in this particular form of music and the message will be what the message always is in every form of music and the message is, Get out of my way, motherfucker.” A woman watches as her toddler runs towards the edge of a cliff: “Even if I move right this second it won’t matter because by the time I get there it will already be too late.”

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One thought on “Breaker, Breaker

  1. Before the days of the Interweb we didn’t have pornography-that-moved and all women had furry front bottoms and sitting at the reference desk and watching a librarian on her knees was the beginning of a lifetime’s imagination…

    …but nothing as good as this!

    Bravo.

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