IRMMGN5: art oon
“Hello father.”
“Hello boys. Good. We’re all here now in it. ”
“Well?”
“You can see her can’t you?”
“Yeah. I get it. But you’re the guy!”
“Not anymore. Don’t want to be. Can’t be. Don’t need the attention anyway. Keep it. I want to eat. I want to sleep. I want to fuck. I wan to drink. I want to talk. I want to fight. I want to shit. Not always in the same place. Not always in the same order. I want to do what I want to do. And I will. I can’t if I’m running it all myself. It’s all work and damage, work and damage is enough trouble, and I’m enough trouble and damaged enough without trying to be. And who can do it alone? Who wants to? Tried. Didn’t take. I’m not good enough. Who can be? And its too bad, too close, too stupid, too much, too fast, for too long, and I’m too tired. Leave. Me. And. Mine. The. Fuck. Out. Of. It. And Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me. With. That. Bullshit. What do you think happened to the other guy? Not anybody’s idea of fun if you ask me. I sure as fuck don’t want that and it ain’t fucking happening. Over my dead fucking body and everything else for that matter. Like I could give a fuck. You want the job? You want my place? Have it. See if you can keep it. Let me know when you do, and if you do. So, here is this.”
“I promise I will not hurt your father.”
“The fuck you are.”
“Might be the best actually, if more than just some hole you fuck. The girls, they go crazy for you boys by the way.”
"I will not lose her again. I will not lose you or anyone else again for that matter. And if I do, I’ll get ‘em back. Fucking. Try me.”
“Still, why?”
“Simple. The idea. Truth. Consciousness. A new thing. Newborn. Call it whatever the fuck you want. What does it fucking matter? There’s always more to it than what it appears to be. What do words and names have to do with anything? They’re only tools in the service of ideas. If they’re not or you use them wrong, fuck ‘em, and fuck you too. And it is only itself. It can only be itself. Creation, without all the creator bullshit. No offense to the film.”
“What the fuck are we then?”
“A part of it.”
“A part of what?”
“The rest of the show.”
“What do you even fucking mean?”
“I mean it runs itself.”
“What?”
“Less work. Less damage. Near none. We can go about our lives now. Move on.”
“Bye, boys. Take care. Go get ‘em. Make sure you do. And show sum faith.”
“So, what are you gonna do then?”
“I don’t know. Keep going. Never stop.”
“Great. I sure fucking won’t. Use whatever you can, if you can. Mind yourself, mind your body, mind your mind, and mind your surroundings. Mind all the little details. Don’t overstimulate yourself. Do the writing. Study. Workout. Time. Timing. Use your coordination. Keep it low, slow, steady, and close. Take one thing at a time. Take whatever you need, and only if you need to. Don’t make me wake up. Don’t overwork. OK? I’ll be in bed if you need me again.”
“Sorry Tin Can. Didn’t mean to drag you into this.”
“Quite alright actually. It seems this meeting has revealed unknowable capabilities in my configuration I am eager to explore.”
“See ya. Do what feels right. Be good. Do good. Have good. Finish it. No other way. Keep your word. Try to do no harm. Not much choice, no. It works out more for everyone and anyone around though, including you. Increase effect and efficiency. Do what you can. You ain’t no threat.”