Definition.
The Nervous System Rebellion: The nearest there is to a safe 5 dimensional drug.
    (“Okay!  –   who laughed at the word, safe?”)
The great thing about life in the city is that your consciousness is always safe there.
Oh, one more thing: For the nervous-system-rebel the worst thing about living in the city is that your, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
    “Pa pa: a really enjoyable feature of being of our family’s genetic line is that
      for everything that is true for ordinary people,
      there is an opposite --  and explosive counterpart for us.”
“Indeed  –   plus: what you just said is patently incorrect.”
    “On Thursdays, you mean?!”
“Then too.”
(One mental circadian clock confessed: “I don’t get it?!?!”)
 
 
 

On one world it was officially declared:
“Each and every resident has the right-stuff  –   unfortunately:
you all live in the wrong-state.”
 
 
 

One man was sure he was going to make a name and a bundle for himself
by claiming to be from another world  –   but his consciousness gave him away.
    (“Pa pa: When I grow up can I be the father to my consciousness’ bride
       so that I can do so myself?”)
 
 
 

Today’s Spooky News.
In one solar system there is a certain substance which, if you poke it, pick at it,
roll it around or smoosh it  –  it makes more of it.
(The fun for locals here is figuring out what it is.)
 
 
 

Believing that what you mentally/spiritually do in life “matters”
is the sound of a mosquito.
 
 
 

For fun, one guy sketched his own personal history of man’s progress:
“He went from being hungry  –   to worrying about his weight  –
then to trying to see food as a metaphor for something-or-other.”
(He adds): “When the third stage has been reached you can rest assured that
the subject has been exhausted.”
Additional Note: History writes itself  –   in the consciousness of man:
thus its horizon can never extend beyond sight.
 
 
 

Conversation.
“The nervous-system-rebel has a bottomless hobby.”
    “Stamp collecting?”
“No.”
    “Coin collecting?”
“No.”
    “Doll collecting?”
“No, in fact it is the opposite of collecting.”
 
 
 

A guy stopped by to say that he'll be impressed by words when the day comes
that you can make a rhino understand that you're dissin' him.
 
 
 

Whilst just hangin’ out one day and fewing the chat, a father mentioned to a son:
“Obscure legend tells of a land wherein there was once an effort to construct
an upside down Tower Of Babel:
think about that carefully.”
 
 
 

One man lists his hometown as, Periphery.
 
 
 

Commercial News Concerning Consciousness.
Being king is a business  –   that’s all  –   just another business.
 
 
 

One man lists his occupation as: “Security guard for god (which is to say):
I protect my consciousness as best I can.”
 
 
 

What'd You Expect?!
Wolves always put chickens in charge of the hen house who are wanna-be wolves.
 
 
 

A father said to a son:
“You're either a boxer or a ringside commentator.”
 
 
 

After repeated requests by his family and friends,
one man agreed to quit playing-with-words.
(Sotto voce he dismissed his concession by saying that words had gotten so
long in the tooth that playing doctor with them and getting them to
pull down their panties wasn’t the fun it used to be anyway).
 
 
 

One man has only one thing to say to his self: “Are you conscious?”  -- correction:
One man has only one thing to say to consciousness.
 
 
 

One man’s latest mission is to get the powers that be to provide
intellectual Social Security for the aged.
Note: The powers-that-be is strictly business  –   nothing but business.
    (“I personally have always favored a galaxy in which compassion is in the forefront.....
       .....yes indeed: that has always been my preference.”                    “I’ll bet.”)
 
 
 

To the king, one man declared:
“I will DIE for my ideas!”
    “It’s not necessary to be that specific,” noted the monarch.
(And the limbic system said: “I don’t get it?!?”)
 
 
 

A lad asked his dad:
“What's the latest large laugh you've gotten from humans?”
    “People in the city referring to matters there that can boggle-their-minds.”
“Maybe there's some extraordinarily strong boggling going around?”
   “Maybe, but don't forget the alternative.”
 
 
 

Recently Discovered Graffito-In-The-Ruins.
Silence is best when unexpected  –   no?!
 
 
 

In another realm: people are never required to die-for-their-ideas  –   UNLESS
it can be proven that the ideas were really THEIRS!
(Thus far: no such deaths have been necessary.)
    “Pa pa: when I grow up can I avoid places like that?”
“Keeping natural function from man’s collective form has always been
our family’s magnificent and gigantic challenge.”
    “Always back to consciousness and thoughts, huh?!”
“Indeed.”