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In-Between-Holidays
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One ole city sorehead, (whose past record of speaking in metaphors is spotty),
noted that while he approved of some aspects of modern consumer techniques
what he DOES regret is that you “can't shoplift by mail.”All three-dimensional universes have more than one ballroom,
and each ballroom has its own orchestra,
and each orchestra has its own name, and members,
but they're all booked through the office of the,
Ministry Of Religion, Culture, and,
“We Can Dance Better Than YOU Can.”Old hormones laugh at young hormones,
well, as much as old hormones DO laugh.
...that IS a bit harsh and personal so let’s do it this way:
old REALITIES laugh at young ones.There are only two reasons to defend your territory:
You’re either being primary and normal,
or secondary AND stupid.Once it was officially a Holiday, the king took to his royal balcony
and proclaimed to his people, “Only the ugly fear mirrors,
and only the avaricious spread mercury onto glass.”
And two dozen of the town's folk stepped forward, and spoke to his Excellency
with one voice, “Oh ruler, better you should confine your energies to
those basic areas most suited to your talents; like fortress building,
territorial defensing, rape and murder, and leave the philosophizing to those
other dung heads with which you have so graciously surrounded yourself.”...(Do SOME people know how to treat their king, or WHAT!)
[Once upon in a ballroom far away, they tell of one guy who got S-O-O good
at dancing backwards that his partners could never tell whenever he'd, "Do his little trick."]
