How Neurons Can Work: Exemplified In A Musical Conversation.
“Just calling Zydeco: Blues don’t make it the Blues.”
     “Why not?”
“Well.....okay, I guess it can.....if you really want it to.....I guess.”
Fact: A man who would underestimate the power of the mind
would marry an accordion.
(“You mean a really ugly one?!  --  right?!  --  like one from Bulgaria.”)
 

“By the way: just saying that this story is about music doesn’t make it so.”
If you pretend hard enough that you don’t know what’s going on  --  you won’t  --  and:
a man with nothing TO DO  --  can do anything.
“Hey! --  don’t laugh at movies  --  in man’s second reality there is nothing more real.”
 

Making harmless hobbies sound like serious shit
is what man’s mind and his second reality does best.
Since men don’t know what to do individually they pretend to, institutionally.
 

How Hormones & Neurons Bounce Around Off Each Other In Men’s Minds.
If mermaids didn’t exist  --  man would have to invent water.
 

One man pictured the special kind of thoughts that would often delightfully sweep through his mind as a: class-action-lawsuit.
 

Camouflaged Show Biz News.
The neat thing about singing is that while you are  --  you don’t have to think.
(“Was that really about singing?”)
And the great thing about really being-into talking about yourself
is that it saves you from having to talk about anything else.
For some reason one man would frequently say to himself in his mind:
“Have your people stay in touch with my people.”
 

Fact: sooner or later everyone is: “The late, great.”
 

Conversation Concerning Medical News.
“There’s still no test for --  you-know-what.”
     “Yes there is!   Where have YOU been?!”
“Obviously not where you think.”
Fact: if everybody went where they could  go --
no one would have the puzzlements and stupids they do now.
 

More City Definitions For More Definitive City Living.
Government: The arrangement whereby a few get fat at the expense of
everyone else (not to be confused with the ongoing development of
the human intellect, and the second reality it creates).
 

Dialogue Number Twenty Two.
“One man’s brain talked to itself  --  until it realized how dumb it was."
    “I believe you have that wrong: I think it is supposed to go:
    One man’s brain talked to HIM  --  until it realized how dumb HE was.”
“You call that a correction!”
 

One guy said to himself: “If I’D been born under a bad sign  --  I could sing the blues!” The “If’s” of the world are what keeps man’s second world of music and stuff running;
as long as you can think: “if”  --  you my friend, are a vocalist of the first rank.
 

How Life Works --  In The Case Of Man: Part 29.
After discovering a potentially fatal flaw in their ceiling fan,
one company, as evidence of their sophisticated approach to things,
gave customers the choice of either returning their fan  -- or their head.
(“I bet you’re expecting me to ask again if this story isn’t actually about the relationship between a man’s consciousness and his nervous system  --  ain’t cha?!”)
 

For the official wedding of himself TO himself,
one chap wrote his own vows which said:
“We pledge that sagacity  --  is beyond our capacity  --  but other than for that:
let’s get on with it.”
(Both families wept for joy   [or something.])
 

The assumed metaphorical significance that men assign to many things,
eludes many people   --   “And for very good reason!”  you might ask......
 

One man did some of his best work when he wasn’t working.
 

The gaff, the pickle, the punch line and hook of the surreptitious quiz show
with the problematic prizes in which all men are unknowing participants is that
by the act of them being presented with an endless river of questions,
and being made to feel that they are obliged to seek their answers,
they are able somehow thereby to believe that they are answering them    ----      sort of.
 

Who?
What?
Where? --  and which kinda thing but the human mind can:
shoot itself in the foot;
call for an ambulance;
rush to the rescue;
bind the wound;
stop itself for questioning, make out a police report,
hand out Warning Citations all around,
then jump back in its car and speed away  --  uninjured?!
Who else, dammit!  --  tell us:  who else?!
 

For the few: the reporting of local news is not worth the effort,
and reporting of the universal isn’t possible, so --  there!
“I only regret that I have but one, blah-blah to lose for my, ya-ya."
  “Don’t make me come in there and show you  --  ya-ya!”
Fact: The world’s greatest collection of quotations is in one man’s head.    “Whose?”    And you just added one  (you titanium tongued devil you).
 

One man says he has made so much progress recently
that he has written a song about it:
                                                          “The way things are going,
                                                            the time will soon pass,
                                                            when I will be able,
                                                            to bite my own ass.”
“Yes, friends and neighbors: carrousels are not this town’s problem  --
those blind to them who ride them are.
‘Hey Rube!’  ‘Nuts!’ ‘Don’t fire until you see’  ‘I have not begun to bite,’  (and like that).”
 

One man advised his partner: “If you don’t feel the pressure of time  --  make it up. ”
   “But you once told me that if I didn’t  --  NOT to?!?”
“Yeah – that too.”
 

One guy uses one of three stock responses he has to the run-of-the-mill comments about him that his brain continually dumps in his mind:
“Gimmie a break!”
“Get in line!” --  and:
“Don’t you wish!”
 

The worse singer you are the more you have to keep the crowd worked up
with shouts to 'em like: “Is everybody havin’ fun?”     “Everybody say: ‘Yeah!’”
“Does anybody wanna hear some good music?”   (and the talking part of the
human nervous system nods toward man, and out of the corner of its mouth says: “Who d’ya think taught him everything he knows.”)
Don’t you begin to get it: even if Copernicus ISN'T the only man who can
dance like a chicken in a coma  --  he’s the only person who SAYS he can.