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IF WHAT YOU DO HAS A HOLE IN IT
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Real Shame Has Little To Say

February 24, 2007                                          © 2007 JAN COX

Laying out in a ditch by the side of the highway, waiting for a large cardboard box to come by, a gentleman thought,
"Hey, why all problems and questions? Huh? It's all pretty simple: if people really did 'know where they're going' now they wouldn't be on a bus in the first place, now would they."
("Here, boxie, boxie--Here boy.")

One day, looking over his local domain, one reality mentioned to the creatures, "I don't much care what you guys think as long as you don't take it seriously."

Heretofore unknown historical chamber pot (haven't we about used up the word, "footnote?!!!"): It has only been within the last fifty-one hundred years on this world that the mind....I'm sorry, I mean that kings....have allowed themselves to be used in metaphors and parables.

As long as men believe that words are insufficient, they will be held captive by them.
Some insightful jurists investigated, then declared, "Forget the courts--real justice is out here on the battlefields."
And several, (kind-of), dead people added, "We could've told you that."

One dimensional info is not info at all,
and the two-D stuff is hardly anything to write grandma about.

As they would come over the dunes onto the new area of the beach, the swimmers were met with this friendly sign, placed prominently for their convenience:
"What could be more natural than to put on all of the clothes you own and figure that if YOU don't know what's going on:
NO ONE does."

Today's Medical Update:
Hormones do speak, but since they have no tongue,
they use yours.
(After certain events and uncoverings, this one universe used to shout, "Surprise!" until it quickly realized how upsetting this was to the little creatures.

After weighing the wages of collective thinking vs. some other possibility, a certain young man had a brain that had a thought that went as follows: "Being on salary won't keep you warm, but a bi-daily dividend will do you no harm."
Soon right before and/or after the autopsy, the Chief Examiner wiped his blade, wiped his lips, and confided--(strictly off-the-record, mind you)--to those interested parties that had gathered, "One of the more unfortunate aspects of ordinary, healthy human mentation is that it seems to offer little in the way of reward whilst one is still alive."
[A shudder, of some kind or another, ran through the assembled.]

One, so involved, thought of the revolution as:
"Pushing the possible to the edge of disaster
with no back-up plans in sight."

During a severe and unusual storm one rebel said to his own partner, "Only a very few people can actually make this journey,
and unfortunately you're one of them.

As the plane circled the field for the forty-ninth year the captain said, "No, the answer's still no; if I can't land 'er no one can!"

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