Showing posts with label Hex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hex. Show all posts

Saturday 24 September 2022

O My Brothers and Only Friends


Alright, I know How Things are Now. 
I've suffered and I've suffered and I've suffered
And everybody wants me to go on suffering.

Rubenstein
The newspapers mentioned that, in addition to your being conditioned against acts of Sex and Violence, you've inadvertently been conditioned against Music.

Alexander The Great
Well, I think that was something that 
They didn't plan for. You see, 
missus, I'm very fond of Music
Especially Beethoven...Ludwig 
Van...Beethoven...B...E...

Rubenstein
It's all right, thank you.

Alexander The Great
And it just so happened that while They were 
showing me a particularly bad film 
of, like, a concentration camp
the background music 
was playing Beethoven.

Rubenstein
So now you have the same reaction to music as you do to sex and violence?

Alexander The Great
No, missus. You see, 
it's not all music, 
it's just The Ninth.

Rubenstein:  
You mean, Beethoven's 
Ninth Symphony?

Alexander The Great
That's right. I can't listen to 
The Ninth anymore at all
When I hear The Ninth, I get like 
this funny feeling and then... 
ALL I can think about 
is like trying to snuff it.

Rubenstein
I beg your pardon?

Alexander The Great
Snuff it, sir...um...Death, I mean, misses. 
I just want to die peacefully
like, with no pain.

Dolin
Do you feel that way now?

Alexander The Great
Oh no, sir, not exactly
I still feel very miserable
very much down in spirits.

Rubenstein
Do you still feel suicidal?

Alexander The Great
Well, put it this way :
I feel very low in me self. 
I can't see much in The Future, 
and I feel that any second 
Something Terrible 
is going to Happen to Me
•THUNK•


Dolin
Well done, Frank. 
Julian, get the car, 
would you please?

Alexander The Great
I woke up...The Pain and Sickness 
all over me like an animal
Then I realised What it WAS
The Music coming up from the floor 
was our old friend, Ludwig Van, 
and The dreaded 
Ninth symphony.

Let me out!! Open the door! Come on! Open the door! Turn it off!!! Turn it off!!! Turn it off!!! Turn it off!!! Turn it off!!! Stop it.! Turn it off! Turn it off! Turn it off! Turn it off!!! Please!!! Turn it off!!!


Suddenly, I viddied 
What I Had to Do, 
and what I Had Wanted to Do
and that was to Do Myself In
to snuff it, to blast off forever out 
of this wicked cruel world. 

One moment of pain perhaps 
and then sleep forever and ever

I jumped, O My Brothers, 
and I fell HARD
but I did not snuff it. 

If I had snuffed it
I would not be here to tell 
what I have told

I came Back to Life, 
after a long black, black gap 
of what might have been 
a million years.

Tuesday 2 May 2017

Six

B C N U
B C N U



The Motley Fool:
Peri. 

PERI: 
Yes? 

The Motley Fool:
How did you come by a name like that? 

PERI: 
It's the diminutive of my proper name, Perpugilliam. 

The Motley Fool: 
Indeed. 

" One morn, a peri at the gate of Eden stood disconsolate. "

Who wrote that? 

PERI: 
I haven't the faintest idea. 

The Motley Fool:: 
Of course you don't. 
You don't even know what a peeri  is, do you, Peri

PERI: 
No. 

The Motley Fool:: 
I'll tell you. 
A peeri is a good and beautiful fairy in Persian mythology. 

The interesting thing is, before it became good, it was evil

And that's what you are

Thoroughly evil. 

PERI: 
Doctor, stop it! 

DOCTOR: 
No. No, not even a fairy.

 An alien spy, sent here to spy on me!

Well, we all know the fate of alien spies...!!!

(The Doctor lunges at Peri and grabs her around the throat. She manages to grab the mirror from the console before he throws her to the floor, then she shows him his reflection. He lets her go, recoiling in tears.)

Original Transcription courtesy of
http://www.chakoteya.net/DoctorWho/21-7.htm

The Ultimate Foe :
The Motley Fool (6) and The Evil One



VALEYARD: 

Why waste your breath on that simple minded oaf? 

 You cannot speak as though reality is a one-dimensional concept. 

 Fortunately, there is a reality that you and I can both agree on. 
The Ultimate Reality. 


The Motley Fool
Death?
VALEYARD: 
The Undiscovered Country - from whose bourn no traveller returns. 


The Motley Fool
:
 Puzzles the will. Hamlet, Act Three Scene One.
VALEYARD: 
I really must curb these urges. 
I've no wish to be contaminated by your whims and idiosyncrasies. 


The Motley Fool
Quite so. But what I don't comprehend... 

GLITZ: 
He's over here, Doc. Slippery customer, your other persona. 


The Motley Fool
What I don't comprehend is why you want me dead. 

No. No, let me rephrase that. 

It would satisfy my curiosity to know why you should go to such extraordinary lengths to kill me

VALEYARD: 
Come now, Doctor. 

How else can I obtain my freedom, operate as a complete entity, unfettered by your side of my existence? 

Only by ridding myself of you and your misplaced morality, your constant crusading, your...

GLITZ: 
Idiotic honesty? 

VALEYARD: 
Oaf. Microbe. 

GLITZ: 
Pardon me for trying to help. I'm neutral in this set-up, you know. 

VALEYARD: 
Only by releasing myself from the misguided maxims that you nurture can I be free. 

GLITZ: 
Sounds to me like Armageddon's beckoning you, Doc. 

VALEYARD: 
With you destroyed and no longer able to constrain me, and with unlimited access to the Matrix, there will be nothing beyond my reach. 

Original Transcription courtesy of
http://www.chakoteya.net/DoctorWho/23-4.htm

The Hex on Planet 6

Well - so, that was unlucky...