One three-dimensionally based father advised his equally captive kid thusly, “Whilst abiding in space, don’t try to spit on a tall person.”
When times required it –
one king would banish contentment.
There was this one fellow over in the City, who had visions (he says that in an earlier version of his life, he had corns and blisters, and sees his present state as a definite, however small, improvement.)
A cat that fights and
plays with its own tail
has the right makings to
be a human in another life.
Once you know the real name of something, you can move onto something else.. (Okay, okay, all right already – I’ll tell you, the real name of most stuff is, “Connected To” – satisfied now?)