Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he "There is no rope", he scream at the laughing walls There is the end, no hope, no rope Ending is than mending of perception, windows of opportunity These are like the killing floor
Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny With perhaps a slight of glee But this was because he couldn't be bothered To try to develop a of speaking That truly reflected his
This is a vaccum, there is no air in room is no fun anymore Nihilism knocked three times on the But the rosy fingers of dawn always themselves In the nose of promises
sang, "Heysanna, Hosanna" Paralyzed danced in the streets all day But when the darkness came, everybody home I was ready, everyone else was
And it might have been a relief to see That I was right all I am still, alone and trapped Awaiting the end
And I can it all around And at it and laugh at myself I can laugh louder the walls, the halls, the waterfalls than Charles De Gaul or Fulton Mall
But I don't know I'm laughing at I don't know what I think is so goddamn funny I don't why I don't just shut up And give up and lay and die
"What do I have to complain anyway?" Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire" This actually true Ed's Picasso was an obvious
His Rothkos had just been singled out In an article in forum' entitled 'The Three Most Insignificant Paintings of Rothko' And his Barbara Krugers had been irreparably By Sanction and a few other bands from Gainesville That refused to the value of art
"Come to think of it", Ed To the laminated roadkill coffee table he had purchased When times had seemed slightly bleak "Come to think of it, not only does art no intrinsic value But my collection has no value either"
"I I'm not a millionaire But that's no to complain There is no reason to is no reason to do anything"
"I don't believe in reason, reality or collective farming I believe in public speaking Which is another reason why I'm alone I believe in life or death I would kill myself but I believe in suicide"
Ed put on a red and took a quick walk around the block While softly to himself He reentered his apartment "There is no on this planet"
"Jehovah One replaced all life with five centuries ago The so-called Revolution Was just another and we all fell for it 'Cause we all programmed to, even I fell for it I in the steam engine though I don't believe in anything"
Logical inconsistency is the Mr. I bathe in Each and evening, except for yesterday evening When I roller bladed over to the Masonic To play pinochle with Pope John Paul the I really had no in the matter"
Ed certainly go on and on And he did, and he would and he Until you or I or does something about it Senator Sterno of over closed circuit television And as long as he continues to pointlessly I do nothing
Ed walked away the program feeling fortified and stapled His was buzzing, the way it always did just after 'Jeopardy' He loaded up the micro bus atlases and poseidons And headed for County
"I've had it", he sang, "I've had it with puns, Russian literature, neorealism Meaningless references and laundry lists of nonsense I drive without a license, without clothing, without direction"
"And if I make it to Arkansas, And if I'm running late, if I'm running a numbers It matter, I shall keep on running"
"Yes, this is the answer, is the ending, I shall keep on running Because a in motion tends to stay emotional And it's better to feel, is better than emptiness Emptiness is better than nothing, and nothing is better this"