In a real revolutionist camp, there is no sick bay.
Never mistake repairs for treatments, nor confuse treatments with cures…unless you’re in the City limits, and then it doesn’t matter.
At an educational gathering, I heard one speaker declare that, “Many people remain frightened by numbers…” Jeeze, imagine how they’ll feel when they discover words.
There is this one guy, of no fixed address, who refers to himself as a Doctor of Philanthropy, since he dispenses free advice, and, he adds, so as to have more to go around he takes none of it himself.
From over that way, yeah, over near the bushes, I heard this said, “Let us praise the juiciest thinkers.”