What ever happened to the second person?

If I'm in Times Square, why is there a sign that says „Sex Kino — Ganz in Farbe?” And if I'm wearing a tuxedo, why am I holding a paper Air France bag? And if my hair is curly, why is it red?

And if the Horned King is watching the Telmarines amass an army, why am I going to Belgrade? And if I'm in Belgrade, why am I entertaining 12 people for $170? No, why am I entertaining 17 people for $40? Why am I entertaining anyone if I have the Horned King to worry about?

If that was Bob Arctor, why wasn't he wearing his scramble suit? If I'm flying above the city, carried on the wings of angels, why is some little boy telling me that I'm distasteful?

If I'm in a heated argument about Tim Burton movies, why in the hell is someone claiming that Magnolia is worth watching?

And if I'm blogging, why in God's name am I not talking about keyboards?