Justice Fully Revealed At No More Expense Than An Afternoon Table Dance.
While those seeking to get to the bottom of life and themselves
might seem to be the most self-absorbed of all humans,
he who actually gets there will turn out to be the least.
And Moses said to Zarathustra: “I don’t care how long her legs are,
I ain’t paying no fifty bucks for a bottle of champagne,” which just goes to show that even in the arena of Truth & Beauty, inflation has taken its toll.
And on the playing field of hormones & neurons, the recreational preferences
of a man with a full stomach differ from those he has when fasting,
a fact that if pointed out, is recognizable to everyone.....
but they don’t know what to do with the  information......
‘cause it is so.....so......well, so obvious (when they are reminded of it).

Note: the (quote) obvious has entirely different meanings to the ordinary,
and the certain man;
everyone else employs the term as a protective device to cover up
their lack of mental penetration so that its operational definition is virtually
the opposite of its literal meaning;
only the man who sees what is going on with life has a full monty embrace of
what truly be  --  the obvious.

Living where it is difficult to tell when objects end and their shadows begin
is the mind’s natural home, and the place from which the certain man
spends his life struggling to flee.
(“Whee! – Pepe!  --   tell that tall blonde to work the pole again.”)
 
 

Festive News.
All city parades eventually circle back on themselves.
 
 
 

Another Ignored Fact.
You can expect no enlightening insight from a worm who
expends his mental energy correcting the ideas of a robin.
 
 
 

There is something that should be obvious to the alert
about anyone who feels the need to say that they are not stupid.
 
 
 

One man says that he sees the inherent relationship between his personal consciousness and the thoughts life feeds his brain as one frequently referred to
in other circumstances as: The Stockholm Syndrome.
Only in the human arena will the tormented become attached to the tormentor:
how else would you explain the close, often uncomfortable dance between
the medium of your consciousness, and what naturally fills it   --   if,
extraordinary measures, you do not take.

One poetically proclived fellow says he perceives the apposition of the two
to be that his thoughts want to work in Pentameter,
while his consciousness prefers Blank Verse.
                                              To have naught but ordinary thought
                                               is to be locked-in;
                                               restraint is not
                                               the rebel’s friend.
 
 
 

Political News.
The inspiration for: porkbarrelin’, boondogglin’ and all other forms of meaningless, busy-work was the ordinary operations of the human mind.
 
 
 
 

Criminal Procedure In A Creamy White Sauce.
For a man born with ThatCertainHunger:
his initial mental life is like a Probable Cause Hearing
to determine if he will remain in intellectual detention.
 
 
 
 

Literary Gossip.
The reason that the life-of-the-writer has always been such a popular subject
with so many writers is that so many writers have nothing else to write about.
Directive: When you have nothing worthwhile to talk about  --  talk about yourself,
(just be sure of course, to instantly forget about what drove this action.
“Was it really necessary to add that caveat?”
With ordinary people ‘tis best [if not most sensitive to their feelings]
not to get into the question of what is truly, necessary).

And by the neural highway by: is it really necessary to tell a man to: leave-his-motor-running when he doesn’t have an ignition switch anyway?
 
 

Mr. Once And For All says he wants to clear up one particular matter (you guessed it): “Once and for all.
The one actual distinction between the mind and the body is as follows:
The mind believes there IS one  --  while the body knows there’s not.
Thank you, and: Go with god  (or else with the bouncer  --  he says):
‘Buy no champagne  --  you cannot remain,’  but hey!  --  as they say:
‘Faint wallet ne’er won a fair lady’  --
nor a timid mind the realization of what is really going on in life.”

A chap (in a disappointed tone) says the cause of his dismay is the discovery that
his lifelong neural partner had been unfaithful and had an affair with
some outside thoughts.

A man given the medical news of his terminal condition considered:
“Guess I could now be as physically rambunctious as I want to be,”
though he had long ago already become so mentally.