*image by Ben Harubin

 

Oiling your feet
will not cure squeaky hair,
(or vicey versey).

Heard one guy say that he’d “had it up to here”
with knocking on patience’s door.

Never let ‘em film the final hours of a revolution.

Time is the ultimate, 3-dimensional measurement.

One literary chap claims, in reference to his theories on the power of words,
that history, for instance, would have been kinder to the poet Thomas Brown
if it were easier to rhyme his name.

Some of you, well al few of you, ARE beginning to glimpse when I tell you that things
are not as bad as you THINK they are
UNTIL you: think they are.

(Of course, the terror beyond even this fright is that NOTHING is as you think it is
until you think it is, but we’ll leave that little part for some later Saturn weekend.)