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Coming from some where within his own building, one man heard this song arise:

Bullets and ballrooms,
Bullets and ballrooms,
My brain and some parts,
All stick to the small rooms.

Life sees to it that local conditions provide all men with their fellow man, who are all surveyors and who will “lay-out” and “mark-off” your proper mental property.

Game & Test Time: Okay!
Show us just how dumb you are! Point your finger!

And now over to our Definitions Desk for this:
Unrecorded Description Of “Civilization”
As The Mind Ordinarily Knows It:
A captious web man has woven so as to not feel so naked,
free, and at inexplicable “loose-ends.”

Wart-wranglers tend to note the nodules of others.
Query-Dearie: What the hell kind of proverb is that??
And why the hell do men keep needing them anyway!??

At city level, life gives you a choice:
You can either believe that you have a choice,
or not.

Backward people can afford to be humble --“Nothing ventured” from nothing to be ventured.
Life loves a sinking ship, in particular that part of itself that is an ocean floor, in honor of which herewith is an Ode to Life And All Local Conditions:

Oh, you can’t get away, No you can’t get away;
Even when you get away ---
You don’t get away.

 

 

One guy told all his ancestral thoughts:
“Hey, let’s all get together and beat ourselves up until we recognize who we are.”
And nobody immediately “caught on” -- but that’s alright! --
there’s always tomorrow and always another guy.
One man thought, “If I were ‘local conditions,’ what would I do for a living?!”

One man thought,
“How can you change if you realize that there’s nothing wrong with the way your are, and that there’s no basis for your criticism of others?!!”
And the lower portion of his brain went,
“Phew! Boy, you scared me for a second! I was afraid you were going to ask, ‘why would you then change?’”

You may be on the road to real thinking if the kinds of questions that “make no sense” to everyone else become the only ones that make any sense to you. And a wiry thinker smiled as he mused:
“Ah! It’s great to be hanging out here, alone, just me and all the other great, heroic thinkers…..Hey! Where’d everybody go!?”

More Reports From “City Views”:

At first, individuals seem important.

 

For you readers who find yourselves temporarily between lines, here is another opportunity to play “Go Figure”:
When men prepare themselves to “learn something new, ”
they prepare themselves to be serious.

In this reality (or universe), there is more than one level of warfare possible (if that’s what you want to call it). One is that: Whoever talks the loudest wins; another is: Whoever hits the hardest wins. (And there are others.)

In a flock -- sheep insulted deserved the affront.
Think about it, you thinkers! How else can you cut it?!

A Cynic:
One who believes that life is mooning everybody and that only they realize it.

There’s no way out of partisan thought.

Part Two: There’s no way out of partisan thought, thus is everyone’s mind always at home.

A correspondent writes: “What men call their ‘private life’ is nothing more than their intellectual life. And after considering what kind of intellectual life most men have, it’s no wonder they want to keep it private.

 
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