Dialogue

Plasma
A – What exactly is plasma?
B – [Confused expression with smile]
A – Well do you know or what?
B – It’s the stuff they put in television sets to make them better.
A – Yeah “ha-ha” well aside from the obvious, I always figured it to be the matter between liquid and solid..
B – Sounds familiar, so like gel.
A – Yeah a gelatin of some sort, but now I don’t get what Goldblum was ranting about with the “drinking from the plasma springs” and what not.
B – Yeah , is it something specific or vague?
A – That’s what I’m wondering, I mean the way Mr. Brundle talks about it, it could very well be on par with what’s in Marcelus Wallas’ briefcase.
B – [Smile] [pause]… What do you think was in the case.
A – Orange lights.
B – No I mean figuratively not literally. Plasma?
A – [Doubtful look]
B – Well let’s see here, I mean the movie aspect of thing takes care of fiction, and your apparent definition of plasma seems to fit Pulp rather well.
A – Point taken, but for some reason I don’t believe a pile of slop would be very visually arresting or recognizable enough for Orange to inquire… “is that what I think it is?”
B – You mean Tim Roth?
A – Roth-Ringo-Orange-1900 whatever you get my point.
B – Yeah… and I don’t think “beautiful” would fit either… I thought gold for awhile… well I still do.
A – That works, I mean who wouldn’t stare at gold, the only thing that bothers me is Roth asking if that’s what he thought it was, I mean gold is gold… unless is what in some weird form like powder.
B – Or plasma…
A - … yeah right [smirks].
B – I mean who knows, probably for the better we don’t… with all the expectation anything that might actually be in there would be a let down.


Arby's
A: Hungry?
B: I guess...
A: Let's get some some fast food, work for you?
B: Yeah, I suppose - I mean I dont love the stuff but I can manage - Why fast food though? There's plenty of places around here.
A: Well...We've been driving forever man, and there's an Arby's (proceeds to point at it) Just drive in or through or whatever - my stomach is killing me
B: No, never been to Arby's and don't plan on it, besides, Arby's is not fast food - they serve roast beef.
A: (Thoroughly confused) What? Of course it is, they have a drivethrough!
B: Here let me make it easy for you. I see burgers, fries, selzer with flavoring, or maybe even a special meal for children I think fast food. I see roast beef I do not. I mean doesn't roast beef take a moderate time to make?
A: ...What do you mean you have never been to Arby's? And I don't no, even if it does... the amazment of the fast food chain has impressively found a way to quicken the pace.
B: While you say amazement, I'm thinking peculiar, either those things are cooked in bulk and sit under a lamp all day or there is some other alterior thing going on that I am sure I would like less.
A: You know what just pull into the god-damn Arb(interrupts himself mid-word and nonchalauntly says..)hey Burger King pull in there(They pull in)
B: You do realize it is your duty as a passenger to hand me the food I want when I want it.A: Yeah yeah, I saw that commercial too...
B: What no conflict? Shocker.
A: Well hey the concept makes sense and the commercial was cool. I'm not going to hold food in front of your trap so you can bite it though.
B: I was going to be a dick and try and make you but yeah i know.
A: Wait why don't you just pull over?
B: I'm planning on it.
A: Then why the debacle?
B: Just making sure we agree on the scenario.


LOLA
A – Did you know Lola’s a man?
B – Lola who?
A – No, L-O-L-A Lola, like… C-O-L-A Col…
B – Oh right, right… the song… wait where’d this come from?
A – I was listening to 1-0-2-1 and Pat Kelly made some crack about gender mix up before the song switched on the air
B – Whose Pat Kelly?
A – The radio host.
B – Ah… Possibly unrelated?
A - Well no I picked apart the lyrics and he more or less draws the conclusion that Lola’s a man.
B – Who?
A – The guy singing the song!
B – (Chuckle)…. Now that you mention I never really knew what “walks like a women but talks like a man” was alluding to…
A – Heh yeah well he gets down to the brass tacks when the end of the song draws near he basically lays it on the line that she’s thw proud owner of a Y chromosome.

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I Can't See Them Coming Down My Eye,

Males don't know why,

So don't I,

A man can't cry,

Believe me I tried,

My facial expression don’t tell stories,

Of how we just say "I am sorry,"

Even on our peak,

We don’t look weak,

The emotions are rare,

But in the inside we really care,

This might be the reason that I can't sleep at night,

Good thing because if we do it's an ugly sight,

Emotions showed… slightly never,

For now this shit is over.

Fear of Flying

"It was clear to me that thinking yourself superior was a sure sign of being inferior and that thinking yourself extraordinary was a sure sign of being ordinary"

-Erica Jong