FUTURE VERB AGE

Waking Life:

Scenes you were not meant to see

Open Scene

Two guys sitting in a café trying to out wax

each other poetically Fueled by caramel apple latte

smothies… Low Fat

Kevin

In your Dreams You can make your own lattes and

you can even control them with thought waves.

You Can create a subspecies, maybe even a juice bar

Steve

Yeah???

Kevin

Yeah!!

Steve

Whoaaahhhh!!!

Kevin

The last dream I had I made my own latte,He… The latte..

told me through beams of incandesence, that the illusion is the illusions. That the Illusion does

not know that it is an illusion. so being lazy will not

tell you anything, for it is an illusion and that my

friend is the reality of it all. And yet still an Illusion. There’s just no getting around this Illusion thing.

Not anytime soon anyway

Steve

Wait, You just said “Thing” this obliterates

everything that latte told you

Kevin

Yeah???

Steve

Yeah!!! The moment you say “Thing” You fall into the the trap that Latte set before you. The latte does not want you to know that he knows, you know that he is an illusion. He want you to think he is not a latte. He wants you to think he is an illusion so that you are removed from you, and your surroundings until eventually you are Surrounded by confusion caused by illusion.

Kevin

Ah Haaaaa!!! Ah Haaaaa!!! Got you, Got You..

Steve

What?

Kevin

You said Surroundings Dumb Ass!!

Steve

So what?

Kevin

So What? I’ll tell you so what, that my fine feathered friend

Is exactly what Latte wants you to think. Once You accept the

“Surroundings” You accept the illsusion that Latte has ensnarred

ever since you got here. Latte is Crafty.

Steve

Yeah?

Kevin

Yeaahhhhhhhhh!!!

Enters the Waitress:

She is a blond wearing a combination television rabbit ears

And ziplock bags for shoes. Instead of a traditional waitress uniform. She is drapped in torn garbage bags. Her name tag says

Hello I’m Frankinsense and Myrhh. But we will call her FM

As time goes by, We realize that the tree does not fall to far from the Apple, and as we come to realise this, we will come to know Lord Buddha, and when we come to know Lord Buddha, We will come to know George Washington Carver, and when We realize that the Peanut was the Key to a multi-Verse of Cosmology, instead of the Drab stale out dated Unviverse your grandpa tried to ponder a hundred years ago. A mult-iverse is hipper, it’s got more Zip, it’s got more Zing.

It’s got more stuff in it.

Steven and Kevin

Yeah??

Oh Yeah and if you don’t believe me You can hop on down to the Dark Ages, because Sir Isaac Newton Called, and He wants his apple Back. God he was retarded. There’s no such thing as Gravity. It’s all Foam Core,Super Foam Core And Styrofoam Plus, and It’s all held together with good old fashion Pipe Cleaner.

(FM leaves the table, leaving behind more Latte Steaming with Cider and Pickled Sugar cane… Low Fat.)

Steve

No No No!! That’s Crazy

Kevin

You See, There you go again,

Steve

What the hell are you talking about?

Kevin

You dare Gaze into the frosted glass glazed donut of The Latte, and pretend to not notice? You just eat and eat until your crème filled of illusion.

Steve

Noooo!!!!

Kevin

I mean it man, He’s calling you from the murky depths from the swamp, your falling into the brine as we speak. Your drawn into the Illusion. Your Drawing, Drawing. Put down that Crayon and stop drawing..

Steve

No I’m not

Kevin

Yes you are I’m afraid Your sinking and drawing and there is nothing you can do about it

Steve

No I’m not You’re the one wearing latte’s Night gown and fuzzy Slippers

Kevin

Well It’s the same size isn’t it? It breathes, It carresses my skin like Cocoa Butter

And these Slippers are Fabulous. Would you like a pair?

Steve

Ah hah! So you admit it. And on top of that you try to bring me down with you, well I’ve got news for you buddy the slippers are the Slippers of EEELUSSSIONNN!!

Kevin

Oh Shut Up

Steve

Psssst You shut up

Kevin

No You shut up

Steve

Nooo. You shut up

Kevin

I said it first so you have to shut up

Steve

I don’t give a rats ass if you did or not, You shut up

Kevin

You Can just shut up and we can put an end to this conversation, as soon as you Shut UP!!!

Steve

I’m not shutting up, the only reason why your telling people to shut up because Illusion has got you wrapped around his finger.

Kevin

There you go, putting Gender on everything, You Archaic Darwinian Monkey Dung Salad

Steve

There You go again being a Specist. Think your better than animals how evolved is that? Not very Evolved if you ask me. You can learn a lot from our Chimpanzee brothers and sisters. Including the Dung that falls out of their Asses. That is majestic, that is intellectual stimulai at its best. This is automatic writing. This is all Jean Michel Cocteau’s Orphic Trilogy summoned up in Feces, This is Albert Camus’s plague droppings This is Icarus Flying too close to the sun. thus crashing back to the earth in one big heap of Shit!!! Ergo… You shut up.

Kevin

No… You shut up…

(Scene desolves into darkness as both kevin and Steve look around bewildrered. A direct spotlights follows FM, who is now entering the room. She is carrying a tray of blood pudding, Soy meatloaf and limburger cheese cake latte Smoothie… Low Fat.

Smoke is now smoldering all around her, from within the mysterious fog. Grateful dead dancing Bears, in all shapes, sizes and colors. Since this is an inclusive world no Color is left out.)

What you had just witnessed is a true story, Unlike any you have ever seen before. The Dream, however is only a metaphor, In reality, the Dream if

you can call it that is a front for a Super Hyper Reality, that you can control just by using over the counter birth control medicine.

Grind it down to a fine powdery, almost baby powder form. Put it in your corn cobb pipe.And there you have have a fertile if not productive

and constructive form of crystal meth.Which both protects the cosmic birth canal from nasty evil sprites from depleting the ozone layer, or the milky way from lactating bad DNA into our hemispheres.

With this You can control those dreams. Perhaps ask the cosmos to give you a gift?Become a super warrior. Become Abraham Lincoln,and this time you get to cath the bullet with your magic, to turn those

bullets, into flowers from the halls of Shambala… Three Dog Night Style.

When they ask you how does your light Shine in the halls of Shambala, You will turn to them and say with utmost confidence.

“It shines pretty fine, very fine indeed. It does not miss a beat.”

Not only will you have outlived the Asassination attempt, but will be able to perform before the audience various forms of shamanic vaudville but will be known as classicLincoln. You will get to free the slaves,and the slaves within us all. Especially those who do not know it yet.

You will become Neo LincolnWith a Sword in one hand and a Scepter in

the other you will guide the Multi-Verse. You will be The Chosen Lincoln.You have passed many cosmic tests with flying colors, you truly are a cosmic lincoln, You are Keanu Lincoln, You are Neo lincoln,

You are “Waking Lincoln”

You are Lincoln Life, You control all with your stove top hat, your corn cob pipe, and button nose with two eyes made out of coals..

“You are Waking Lincoln!!!”