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Doctor, Doctor what is wrong with me? The supermarket life is getting... long. What is the heart-life of a colour tv? What is the shelf life of a teenage queen?

Ooooo Western Woman. Oooo Western Girl.

News hound sniffs the air, as Jessica Hahn goes down. He latches on to that symbol of detachment. Attracted by the peeling away of feeling. The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle.

Ooooo Western Woman. Oooo Western Girl.

And the children of Melrose strut their stuff. Is absolute zero cold enough? And down in the valley, warm and clean, the little ones sit by the tv screen. No thoughts to think. No tears to cry. All so dry. Down to the very last breath. Bartender what is wrong with me? Why am I so out of breath? The Captain said, excuse me ma'am, the species has amused itself to death.

Amused itself to death.

We watched the tragedy unfold. We did as we were told - we bought and sold. It was the greatest show on Earth. But then, it was over. We oohed and aahed. We drove our racing cars, ate our last few jars of caviar. And somewhere out there in the stars, a keen eyed lookout spied a flickering light. Our last hoora. And when they found our shadows, grouped round the tv set. They ran down every lead. They repeated every test. They checked out all the data on their lists. But then, the alien anthropologists admit they were still perplexed. But on eliminating every other reason for our sad demise they logged the only explanation left: this species has amused itself to death.

No tears to cry. No feelings left. This species has amused itself to death.

Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial for the missing. And, and, and I, when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed. It was as if only now he was a human being, and not some nightmarish memory that I'd had of him all those years ago. And felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it. Because before I always thought, "was there something else that I could have done?". And that always sort of worried me. But having seen him, and his name on the register, as you know in the memorials there's a little safe with a register in with every name... and seeing his name and his name on the memorial, it sort of lightened my heart if you like....

When was it that you saw his name in the memorial?

When I was 87.. the year... the year nineteen... eighty four. 1984.

>>By Tchock (Saturday, 28 Nov 2009 01:59)

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