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OCTOBER 16, 1985 Happy Boss Day, the day we celebrate the Diana Ross song

42nd Street: Hear the beat of dancing feet Women's breasts draped across every billboard, every display, littering the sidewalk. Ah, yes I forgot, the day it rained breasts, traffic was horrendous Was offered Swedish love and French love ...but not American love. Don't they know I need an American love to finish the set American love; like Coke in green glass bottles I'm not buying the world one though...they don't make it anymore. Pepsi wiped them out during the Soda Wars of '84 Thought about Moloch's story Once upon a time, there were three bears on way to cemetery. I needed something to think about, otherwise I might become sane Could all be lies. I'm pretty sure he wasn't 34 Could all be part of a revenge scheme, Ah yes, the great method of revenge by storytime planned during his decade behind bars. Only a decade? Geez, that's less time than the Matrix has been out But if true, then what? spend the night with Porn and Rocky Road Puzzling reference to an island. Something about the tale of a fateful trip Also to Dr. Manhattan. And his lesser known cousin, Mister Brooklyn Might he be at risk in some way? Well the FCC called about the whole naked thing So many questions. Never mind. Never do Answers soon. Nothing is insoluble. See all you Mathematicians with your unsolvable problems, Rorschach says you're stupid Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life. In the cemetery, all the white crosses stood in rows, The black crosses were made to stand over to the side, crosses are very racist neat chalk marks on a giant scoreboard. Paid last respects quietly, At least I would of, but those beans did not sit well without fuss. Edward Morgan Blake. Went fishing on a lake Born in 1924. Forty-five years a comedian. He had a great stand up career Died 1985, buried in the rain. Is that what happens to us? No, some people are cremated A life of conflict with no time for friends...so that when it's done, only our enemies leave roses. Violent lives, ending violently. You could just get cancer or something Dollar Bill , The Silhouette, Captain Metropolis...we never die in bed. Well, except for Silhouette Not allowed. The '74 No Dying In Bed Law forbid it Something in our personalities, perhaps? Some animal urge to fight and struggle, making us what we are? Unimportant. How to write like Rorschach, ramble then say everything before isn't important We do what we have to do. Blake understood. Treated it like a joke, but he understood. He saw the cracks in society, Resiting Doctor Who reference saw the little men in masks trying to hold it together the world is held together by midget harlequins?...he saw the true face of the twentieth century and chose to become a reflection of it, a parody of it. No one else saw the joke. I DID! That's why he was lonely. Heard joke once: Oh great, Rorschah tries comedy, Man goes into doctor. Is this a dirty joke? Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. He turns into a spider and eats little children Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But, Doctor...I am Pagliacci." Good joke. No… wasn't Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Streak on Bass Guitar Curtains Lacy, gently wafting curtains