To his personal arsenal
of mental weapons
one man has added
the struggle not to use
proper nouns.
No matter their stated or apparent intent, all assemblies and institutions are formed for the purpose of dance.
P.S.: All intellectual dances are incestuous. (Except for the hoe downs out in guerilla territory.)
Near the City water works, there lived a man who, in his conversations with others, was quite civil and acceptable, but when, as they say, he would “talk to himself,” he’d rant, holler, and rave. (What I found of special interest here was that he never offered up any explanation for this.)
In local cities,
talent with no name
IS no talent.
(Such are just some of the perks to this kinda stuff.)
J.