Flirting with the Local

Would mice still want to be rats, if draft exemptions were based on shoe size?



Unpublished Revolutionist Rule, (or maybe just a hint), Number 17 Y:

You know you’re on the right track when you ain’t got no track.



You can flirt with the local,

but the universal is beyond seduction.

(Hill-side translation:  You can’t lay Life.)



This one bonny chap would quite often conclude a statement by adding, “Of course, that’s just one chap’s opinion,” until one semi-fine day he pulled his shorts up short and thought, “Why hell, that’s quite enough of an opinion – I’m just one man.”



Under the weight of local gravity, there is really no proper question of whether, “the means justify the ends,” in as much as the means ARE the ends…(and vice versa on Fridays).



In the dirt, at one possibly abandoned revolutionist camp, was scratched the following, “This stuff is so powerful, it’s damn near non-existent.”