*LIFE PRESERVE* (in progress) mural design by Ben Harubin with artists Nick Anvil, WCool, Pepe Paban, MattG, JohnM, Worth

 

 

In the city:
The first act is always metaphoric,
the second is not.

 

As he brushed away the web in the window this one fellow told the scurrying insect,
“Sorry ole man, but you can go weave another one - it'll give you something to live for.”
And the spider thought, “and I trust you will equally profit from the next tornado.”

 

(Relative Update From That Recent Other Item:
If the ordinary playing field WERE level –
EVERY body would stumble and fall.)

[POSSIBLE Moral-To-The-Update:
It's hard to perceive justice Inside the closet...
(Unless you can find an extra-dimensional Domino's who delivers).]

At the corner station, as he was changing the air in his tires, this guy nonchalantly noted that
he'd met people from other planets; he said it was actually, "No big deal," that they were
"Just 1ike you and me," except they were from another world, he paused for a sec then added,
"But come to think about it, that right THERE makes 'em weird as hell!"

In the all-encompassing wisdom so endemic of the truly great closet kings,
His Excellency proclaimed, “So long as there be ANY one in the realm younger than me,
or older than me, birthdays shall not be celebrated..."
(And the people were sorely amused - at least, as "amused" as sore people can BE.)

More tales from the neural world of the city:
When he wanted to be alone this one guy’d turn on the radio.