While the cars were still under the yellow flag
some spectators hit the refreshment counter,
and after ordering a beer one fellow said :
“When you get right down to it: what is seriousness?”
and a fellow behind him replied:
“That’s what is missing when you have a deflated balloon,”
and a woman near by, greasing up a hot dog asked herself: “Did he say, baboon?”
to which her daughter replied: “I’m sure he meant, civilization,”
and by then the burning car had been dragged from the track,
and they all returned to their seats.
 

A voice from the stands yelled out:
“You know: there’s an easy way to do everything  --   as if anyone cares.”
 

One man said: “The great thing about having nothing to look forward to is that:
you don’t care what is happening now; the worst part is that:
you no longer care what is happening now.”
Motto: You can’t have it both ways.
Motto For Man Who Understands: Sure you can; you can have it every way there is.
In the city: there are no one way streets                    (which is why no one can ever get anywhere).
 

How Things Work In Man’s Second Reality So That They Can Continue To Work,
As Reflected In A Revised Version Of A Comment From
A Certain Romanesque Funeral Oratory.
“I came not to bury Caesar, but to criticize him.”
The horses on culture’s carousel are kept moving by men’s endlessly
verbal poking of them (which is also necessary to their breeding).
And one man finally declared: “I’ll be damned if I want to live in a place
kept alive by the condemnation of the people who live there.”
(Trust he was sharp enough to understand he had to mean that figuratively.)
 

From the pit area a voice cried out: “I know it looks otherwise:
but it really doesn’t matter in which direction the cars run.”
 

Of all the entertainment composing man’s second reality, religion is perhaps the tops: it is cheap and something you can do alone.
 

One man stopped communicating with those who bring bad news,
(also in his own head).
 

There’s one planet (on your right if you’re facing that direction)
which doesn’t allow parents to give advice to children until they’re fifty two.
 

Man’s concepts of the holy and sacrosanct
arose from his original reverence for the power and enormity of his own ignorance, (which he clearly got over quite quickly).
And someone injects:
“Is it not misplaced to call man stupid or ignorant inasmuch as being the only animal with a brain that produces thoughts he is instantly the most intelligent of all creatures: the only one in fact capable of having such negative concepts of himself.
How can you be both the smartest, and the only one to ever think of itself as stupid?”
    What more is there to say,
    when from illusion’s wall,
   you’ve stripped the paint away.
Riding certain contrary horses on the mind’s merry go round
answers more questions than it raises.
 

“I can safely advise this, “ said a city sage:
“Any hearty condemnation of contemporary times is always appreciated here.”
 

A father said to a son:
“In all lands: the minorities are crazed --
(which is why you shouldn’t screw around with a man who knows what’s going on).”
   “Even the one in my own head?”
 

The ruler of one kingdom adopted as his official anthem,
three minutes of silence.
 

As the sergeant-at-bat pleaded his case, the czar-of-umpires shook his head:
“Nothing you can say will do you any good,
for everyone knows: Three stripes and you’re out.”
“Pa pa: but is there any circumstance which can be changed by something you say?”
    “You mean besides: ‘I’m hungry: where’s the food?’”
 

Sex & The Single Minded (By Way Of A definition).
Life-as-it-is: The world’s most erotic painting  --  on a blank wall.
Motto: A man with a cleaned mind is a man finally with a mind worthy of the name.
The reason there are a few swans among the horses on the city merry go round
is to give men the illusion that change is possible.
Fact: It’s hard to be a city wit without being a smart ass
(which is why it's best to leave humor to that more perceptive, silent part of the mind).
 

One man was his own tribe;
part of him still lived in the forest, and lived but a basic life,
planting crops and tending animals,
and part of him established cities and therein became sophisticated,
pursuing activities solely of the mind;
one day the man stood straight and declared:
“It’s time we all came together.”
 

One guy said: “Just think: if only ninety per cent of what I say is wrong,
then ten per cent of the time I know what I’m talking about,”
and his partner said: “And you think I’m dumb and crazy!”
 

Just for fun, a kid asked himself:
“Would a fully realized man be one who talks to himself more
than everyone else does, or less............................or not at all?”
 

A man who lived over near himself, whilst trying to tell his life story,
accidentally lived it.
Everyone wishes they could shut up, but only the certain man is aware of it.
Uptown Version: Everyone wishes they could shut up, but no one knows how  --
so no one will admit that they do.
Were it not for the incessant noise,
the city’s infrastructure-carousel would stop running.........and no one wants that.
A man who moved even closer to where he lived,
stopped telling what had previously seemed to be his life story,
and damn’f he didn’t begin to actually have one.
(Nota bene: generally speaking:
allegories are no more flawed than attempted literal descriptions,
[aka: In the city  --  anything’ll do.])