In pondering his deep engagement with city affairs, a man mused:
“My shallowness is matched only by my capacity to become even more shallow.”

All alarms are false alarms if, when you look in the mirror, you're still there.

Here’s the consolation (if not justification) with which one ole sorehead comforts his self:
“It don’t cost one bit more to be alive and pissed than it does to just be alive.”
    (Note: The nervous-system insurgent has a singular concept of exactly what constitutes cost.)

Many are impressed by one man’s ability to forgive his self for anything he does,
his explanation for this ability? –  “I guess I'm just a bigger man than me.”

The Special Workman.
The inner revolutionist can set up his shop anywhere in his building.
   (Providing service which is utilized by both hormones and neurons.)

Expansion Of A Previous Reported-On Story.
Roaches cause stupidity and rats clumsiness.

When one kid got too old for the routine gifts of oversize corduroy knickers and mismatched jigsaw puzzles, at the party he handed his self this unwrapped notion: “It could turn out that life is just a game of tag  –  and we’re all it.”

Men invented the second-reality one day when they temporarily ran out of food & sex.

Legend tells of a people on one world who believe that in the afterlife you either
never have to struggle for enlightenment again, or else you must continue doing so throughout eternity.
   (It goes on to say that as of this moment, no one there is yet sure which is the reward
    and which the punishment.)

Being a neural revolutionist saves you a lot of what you would normally spend
on entertainment  --  since nothing is as entertaining to you as you.

In the city, if you can talk a good game –  you’ve got a good game.
   (Where else does so little mean so much to so many!?)

In The City Ballroom.
Everybody dances,
and everyone bitches about the music,
except the hermits,
who sit along the walls pretending to be uninterested.
Looking at his ticket, one chap noted: “It costs you no more to be alive and a critical smartass than it does just to quietly stumble around with the rest of the boobs.”
   “Have you ever noticed,” interjected another man, “that humans are the only
     herd animals who needn’t be belled to be kept together.”
There’s a question for you: What is that special something which holds men together?)

A city intellectual with a degree is like a trucker clutching a driver’s license,
but with no truck.

A reader sends this email:
“Trying to determine whether what you write is serious or not has proven to be....
....well  --  more difficult than I first imagined.
Yours,” etc.
(And Life [THE eternal communications-delivery-systems]
stuck out its humor-laden tongue at us as soon as we turned our backs.)
Uncorrelated Note: Amidst the normal mainstream of Life,
part of being-in is to insist that you want-out.
   (And it would accomplish naught here to ask: “Can you dig it?!” –  for if you can,
    you wouldn’t reply anyway.)
A man-who-knows-what's-going-on is the only creature in the Universe who, when cut, refuses to bleed.

At one of their forbidden confabs which the citizens fleetingly held on street corners, one of them said:
“Well at least talk is one form of energy that the authorities haven’t figured out how to control,” to which a neighbor countered:
“You're forgetting about the King’s Speech Police,”
“Yeah!” added another, “And your own routine mind.”
    (“Jeeze! –  bum-MER!” now mused the first guy.)
No matter how voracious may be a vociferous snake, it will never eat its own tail  –
not because it might not want to (second-reality hungers),
but because first-reality needs will not permit it.
Human speech is a special bridge between first and second reality,
which serves such unique needs that Life, at all costs,
protects it from prying by ordinary man’s collective eyes.
Only a few at the circus (specks of dust in the wind) are sufficiently few to be allowed to crawl under the edges of the big tent.
Uncorrugated Item.
One man says that the trick to freeing yourself from the inner dream is to be a loosey-goosey, ultra flexible snake and not a straightedge, rigid measuring stick.