Sunday Comix (Little Black Book 1-3)
2001-01-09 - 03:24:54
LBB1
I got a little black book for Christmas. This is what I wrote in it...
Numbers were cheated. The baby numbers, the ones with very few digits, spend their whole lives looking up to the �higher numbers�. The higher the number is, the holier it is believed to be. So the numbers climb and climb, until they achieve the next power of ten, putting them at the top of their until-recent peers. But then they realize that they are only at the bottom rung of the ladder to the next power of ten, and they have to climb nine times as high as they�ve already gone to achieve the higher gratification of holiness. And the pattern repeats forever in a vicious cycle as the numbers climbing are replaced by other climbing numbers. Some numbers slip between the cracks. Unable to go on in the rat-race, they become madd and irrational; they spin in swivel chairs, shouting off endless strings of repeated patterns. The negative numbers have it no better off, choosing to runn down the staircase rather than up. Neither side will ever reach infinity. The only true answer to the problem of the numbers is to return to their roots, and be zero. Zero, in it�s endlessly complex simplicity is perfect. But only one number can be zero. Numbers were cheated because cannot all be perfect. There can be only one zero.
LBB2
I got a little black book for Christmas. This is what I wrote in it...
The knight stands. He is First Knight. Brave, loyal, and intelligent. He is the ideal the other knights strive to be, the mann the milkmaids dream of at night, and the queen admires lovingly. This mann, this god, gives a short speech to propose a quest in the name of a goal. The goal is his passion, and his life has been spent in the preparation and pursuit of it. The court clapps emphatically. Some clapp because they agree with his quest, some because they like him, others to gain his favour in an effort to benefit themselves, stil others to hide their jealous anger. A single pauper in the crowd clapps simply because he loves to clapp. Even the Jester clapps, because he finds it impossible to make funn of a perfect speech. Second Knight stands in support of the quest. He is neither as brave or as intelligent as First Knight, but he has good intentions and does what he can. His speech is much shorter, because everything has already been said...a simple �And I� suffices. He wholly understands the speech of First Knight, and may even base his own life�s decisions on the teachings of First Knight. As does Third Knight. Third Knight is similar to Second Knight; his speech is an echo of Second Knight�s, and he pledges his life to the quest. But Third Knight does so hesitantly. He does not wish to endanger himself for anything but the most noble of causes, His own self-interest keeps him apart from Second Knight. The Jester watches as these two knights stand, and whispers that bravery and stupidity are closely linked. Fourth Knight stands up more slowly than the others. He restates the quest, as he sees it, and pledges himself to the new quest. A slight interpretation error here and there change the appearance of the quest, making the goal seem easier to achieve. Fourth Knight has confused the questto be something it wasn�t meant to be. The Jester shouts that over-analyzation is the sin of many a man, but he is unheard. The crowds and masses, now believing the quest to be easily achievable and beneficial to themselves, quickly join the quest. What they don�t realize is that the quest has lost its purpose, and thus is not worth journeying. The word �bandwagon� is heard from the Jester as men jump to pledge themselves to the tainted quest. The king�s advisors become worried, suspecting the quest to break out in rebellion. They convince him to take arms against the amassed men. The crowd becomes angry, thinking that the kings has come between them and their goal. As a fight breaks out, the Jester says that the goal of the original quest had something to do with �peace on earth�. How ironic. Fourth Knight dies quickly, a martyr to the crowd. He has totally convinced himself in the power of his own quest, however flawed. Third Knight fights for the cause until he can no longer stand it and gives in. He dies with self-betrayal written on his heart. Second Knight is able to escape the battlefield and continue with the quest, but never reaches the goal. He doesn�t have what it takes to be victorious, and strives to hard for something that should be simple. He dies tired and weary, still searching for the Answer. First Knight practices what he teaches, realizing that it was a mistake to show the world his discovery so soon; they had not been ready. He dies gratified with himself, but saddened for the world�s sake. The masses die like flies, realizing their folly only at their last breath. They die with confusion in their eyes.
LBB3
I got a little black book for Christmas. This is what I wrote in it...
Jimmy said he was just kidding, but Jimmy said a lot of things. I always knew when he was joking with me though, because he would tell me. This one time, Jimmy came over to my house and my mom offered to take his coat. He screamed, �No, my drugs!� and hid in a corner. It turns out that his drugs were little penny candies; Jimmy apologized to my mom. He said he was just trying to make a joke, but mom didn�t think it was very funny. Mom seemed more concerned for Jimmy than anything else, always asking when he was gonna come over next, and wondering if he had �gotten better�. But no one ever really knew when Jimmy was gonna come by. He just sorta showed up sometimes. Once, he just showed up on top of a hospital building. That really seemed to upset the cops. There were flashing lights and helicopters everywhere; even a little trampoline just past the edge of the building. Jimmy said he was just kidding, that he didn�t mean to cause such a ruckus. After that incident on the hospital, the state moved Jimmy into his own place. He lived out in the woods with chirping birds and all. It seemed real nice. But Jimmy hated it there. He was always complaining that they hand-fed him his own thoughts, that they wouldn�t let them do anything on his own. Eventually he stopped resisting them, and he semmed to be on what they called the �up-and-up�. They gave Jimmy just a little more freedom...That�s when he escaped. He threw salt in the eyes of one guy, and hit another with the TV stand. Then he smashed a window and crawled out before they could catch him. Jimmy was brought back to the institute a few days later. He had killed a man in the next town over; stabbed the man to death with a plastic spoon. Jimmy said the stranger was sitting by him in a donut shoppe, and asked him for a spoon. Jimmy had all the spoons. He was making little animal sculptures with the plastic utensils.He thought it�d be real funny if he stabbed the man with it, because spoon animals seem so popular. Jimmy told the cops that the turkey had bitten the stranger. Turkeys don�t like strangers, and Jimmy�s spoon rendition of a turkey had an especially bad hatred for them. The turkey didn�t stop biting the stranger until he stopped moving. The turkey bit the man�s eyes and nose; he had holes like Swiss cheese all over him. For some reason the guys back at the institute weren�t angry with Jimmy. They even got him a present, a special over-jacket, just for him. He got his own room too, with a little white mattress on the floor, and soft, squishy walls. After all, Jimmy was just kidding with the stranger, trying to make him laugh. But Jimmy�s all gone now. He�s been in here for ten years, and he never comes by anymore. I know he said he would return, and get you all back...but I was just kidding. Can�t you let me out, today?
