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hollow body electric!!!! WHERE ARE YOU

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let me know

Apparently this genius believes that all you have to do is yell out the name of the thing you want and it will magically appear for you.

Let me try: Ewan McGregor!!!! Where are you, Ewan McGregor?

*looks around*

Damn.

Or maybe he’s misplaced his own hollow body electric, and he’s calling to it to get it to come home, like a lost puppy. If B.B. King was doing this, he’d be yelling out “Lucille!!!!”, but maybe this guy hasn’t gotten around to anthropomorphizing his guitar yet.

Anyway, let me try this misplaced-item theory: car keys!!!! Where are you, car keys?

*waits*

Nope. Damn.

Or maybe he’s searching for the Whitman poem, “I Sing the Body Electric“, and stating in his own postmodern way that he believes the poem to be hollow. The venerable expert on poetry, Sparknotes, states that in Whitman’s poem, “[t]he body becomes sacred through its linkage with the soul; while it is only the soul’s helper or accomplice, it nevertheless does not deserve second-rate status, for it enables not only spirituality but also poetry.” Clearly this poster believes that by calling the body electric hollow, he is pointing out that a lack of spirituality leaves one’s soul hollow, as it were.

*nods* That must be it. Thank you, oh wise sage. You have saved my Craigslist-embattled soul.