How Mind Works.
The man with the microphone believes he’s in charge -- as do those listening.
 

Just as physicians will encourage patients with an untreatable fatal ill to come in for periodic examinations, so too do many men of god exhort their parishioners to
change their transmission fluid every couple of years.
 

Show Biz News.
The worse your voice, the louder you should sing.
    “What does this have to do with stupidity?”
 

Within each cycle of the mind breathing in and breathing out  --
the possibility for criticism exists.
 

Sports News.
One man so loved baseball that he crushed his hand into the permanent shape of gripping a ball;
another man did the same to his mind regarding the idea needed to awaken.
 

More Show Biz News Regarding References.
Those with no talent are always displaying their influences.
 

If you’re small you’re still small even if you stand on top of a skyscraper;
a man tall enough to suit himself can’t be seen.
 

Spatiality & The Verbal Lobes.
The man who most deserved an award for his ability to understate,
never received one:
no one could ever get close enough to give it to him.
 

Some Non Show Biz News.
The less talent you have  --   the bigger deal you want made of you.
 

Advice To Help Keep The Economy Of Man’s Cultural World
Churning  & Expanding.
Never borrow money from someone who won’t pay you back.
(Additional Note: Those in the city who repeat the bromide:
“What goes around, comes around,” take it as a threat --
rather than sound fiscal advice in the commerce of intangible goods.)
 

Conversation In A Locker Room.
“Everything men have ever written was either for the purpose of giving their minds something useless to do, or else to justify something they’d said or done.”
    “And the difference is?”
 

Within each cycle of the mind breathing in and breathing out  --
the possibility for escape occurs.
 

Still More Non Show Biz News.
When your talent runs out  --  preach!
(Which [you might note] is where most people start.)
 

On one world:
fractured sight is shipped in by the train load;
insight is available only by the ounce, and the fairy tale mines have to work triple shifts.
Excerpt from the textbook: Philosophy-In-Flames & Other Outré Outrages.
Man’s collective intelligence goes under many names: they all coincidentally however, begin with the same imaginary letter.
 

Some people want to move in this direction  --  other people in that;
the real-deal-man wants to explode all over everything.
For his birthday: one man asked for: parables-without-punch-lines:
ideas that explode all over all of your insides.
Info with morals is preachin’, and the rebel traveler don’t wanna go nowhere
that somebody wants him to go.
    (“Are your own synapses a, somebody?”
“Does the fact that a nitwit can ask an intelligent question, mean anything?”
     “You mean: like that one?”)
One man considers only one particular day to be his birthday:
the day he exploded all over everything he’d ever wanted to know.
    “I swear Helen: one moment I was just standing there, minding my own business, and the next thing I know  --   BAM!  --   and it was all over.”
 

In man’s routine affairs: the serious will always have the last word.
    “Is that because there’s not actually one?”  (And speaking of the terminal):
whilst thrashing about in the semi deep depths of a certain grave matter, one man suddenly pulled himself up a mite more than short and said to his sodden thinking:
“I would have written you a thank-you-note, but I wasn’t sure if there is a hyphen or not in, ass-hole.”
As he was putting away the tools after changing the left front tire on the head hearse, The Rim Greaper intoned:
“Only the dead are not bothered by personally directed sarcasm,”
and his helper asked:
    “How about those who have achieved The Great Enlightenment?”
“What are you  --  deaf?”
 

Reflection Regarding The Relationship Between Intelligence, Size
And Humility (Perhaps).
Why does not the lordly hippopotamus have a good laugh at the expense of
the lowly worm?
    Because the hippopotamus is too stupid to think of it.
 

One chap after studying the various religions found it curious that in none of them had a god sent man the message to: “Live it up!  --   enjoy life all you can!”
He says he can perceive no reason that such a thing would be prohibited  --
and asks if you can?  --  and wonders if you understand why it is like this?
(Note: All offers expire with the death of the person who realized it.
    “So I guess that means I should probably be getting-on-with-it  [so to speak.]”)
 

Part of the unseen, but universal and brilliant justice of it all is that:
even those who do not eat  --  still must pay.
 

Fragment Of Conversation Overheard (Or Maybe: Overcontrived).
“Is not everyone who calls another: stupid   --  stupid their self?”
     “Certainly!”
“Then what is the solution to this troublesome conundrum?”
     “There is none.”
“Uh........well........of course I knew that.....”
 

From the rebel’s perspective, outside the nervous system’s city:
The past no longer has any right to exist.
     (“You know why that’ll never be made into law? --  do ya, do ya, do ya?  --
        ‘cause it would explain too much.                                          Boy, would it EVER!”)
 

Men commonly say that nefarious acts come with their own avenging angel,
and that crimes carry their own ultimate reckoning;
all of this,  based not on religion or morality as they profess, but on the fact that
the energy that runs life is A/C  --  and you can’t have A without C.
    (“Can you have nit, without wit?”
       This is a scientific discussion: who let that clown in!)
 

And one man asks:
“Has the possibility ever struck you that among all the dead it may only be the man-who-knows
who is not laughing at us?”