Leaping into the air and alternatively kicking himself first in the buttocks and then in the back of the head, he said, “You may call me – ‘The Happy Exception.’” (What could be rarer in the growing part of any reality than a comfortable non-conformist?)
One guy used to read poetry just for a laugh – but hey! – what the hell did poetry care.
Authorized Notice For
from the Bureau of
Official Permissions Granted:
“If you need to be upset –
One older rebel told his promising young up-start (as he approached real up-start age), “Son, don’t waste your attention on the apparent flaws in other men’s mythologies, arts and religions; once you get past the physical basics of ‘getting’-it-up’ and ‘puttin’-it-down’, everything else is just mumbo jumbo anyway.”
In a nearby inter-stellar conflict, one side refused to surrender, for fear they’d be well-treated.