Being Alive

If they begin to play music when you begin to walk – stop immediately.



Very first thing every morning, this one chap would have a thought, any ole random thought, just so’s, as he put it, he could “run a quick check on all his systems.”



On this one planet, over near the other side, they don’t ask much of their gods, only that they “get out of the way.”



Oh, I’ve been retelling tales about some guy calling up all the local communications companies trying to have “thought forwarding” hooked up to his brain.



Simply “being alive” is incestuous.