No one wants to be ordinary but everyone follows the crowd.
Uniquity? Popularity?
Those who seek to have their apple turnover over and over must first snatch it from the jaws of those members of The Apple Turnover Club to which they now belong.
Look at ’em go….(who am I talkin’ to?)
And, as for that cherry turnover? They look alike, you know.
They look exactly alike.
THE HATER
SUBJECT: HATE
A: THERAPEE (the hater)
B: THERAPIST
A therapist friend of mine told me that I was a real hater. She said that I use the word “hate” frequently.
A: And you think that makes me a hater?
B: Well, yeah. Why else would you say it? Didn’t you tell me a few minutes ago that you saw a film last night that you really loved?
A: Oh yes. It was a wonderful movie, a great story; I loved every minute of it.
B: Loved? Or Liked?
A: Oh, well I guess I liked it a lot. I see what you mean.
B: Dontcha just hate it when that happens?
PATOOIE
Fraidy Cat’s greatest fear is of losing the Connection.
He calls it The Word..
Fraidy Cat has followers. They are helping to spread The Word. (The Word, the Word), the Word again is The Connection.
It goes like this…
“Don’t Think-Listen.”
“Don’t question-believe.” And …….
“Never, never taste your food before you salt it.”
And…….
“Always do the ‘right’ next thing.”
MORE OR LESS THIS THAT OR THE OTHER
OPINIONS MAY BE DANGEROUS
DISCOVERY, DELICIOUS
LESS, MORE.
ROSSON HOUSE Wikepedia
You are wrong she said. I am an authority.
No, No, No. I insisted that this historical bit of architecture had been moved to its present location.
She averred that the house had been built on that site.
I am an authority.
I knew that she was
(The Authority)
And I knew that I was right.
(You are soooo mistaken.)
I am an authority.
(She is The Authority; Am I in early dementia?)
I sat and I thought. I remembered the events from years past that had created my belief.
I scanned the jelly in my skull, perusing the hundreds of essays I have written over the years about the folly of rushing to conclusions, the dangers of not examining evidence, the importance of objectivity, the foolishness of rushing to rationalize those alluring leaps to the leering looniness masquerading as lucidity.
I discovered two erroneous assumptions. I was wrong. Not about the conclusion; that was a mistake. I was wrong because I strayed from my path. I was wrong because I had held my belief in higher esteem than a Sister of the Path.
I filled out the one remaining form.
“You are right”.
I know.
Later I shared the story with a friend.
You silly man. As a student in my teens I saw that ugly house with its trashy tenants every morning on my way to school.
You can be such a fool.
You silly man.
By Lee Broom.
Scarcity begets Popularity.
If you wear a skirt, a shirt or you read the morning paper while sitting in a beautiful chair created as a limited edition of ONE or if you possess a tidbit of knowledge which has not yet entered the realm of COMMON SENSE you may soon be celebrated by those whose clamor for attention fails to bridge the gap between the world of regular stuff and the world of scarcity…
You could soon become a Celebrity…
So much for scarcity…
And exclusivity.
SUBJECT: HATE
B: THERAPIST
A: THERAPEE (the hater)
A: A friend of mine told me that I was a real hater. She said that I use the word “hate” frequently.
B: And you think that makes you a hater?
A: Well, yeah. Why else would I say it?
B: Didn’t you tell me a few minutes ago that you saw a film last night that you really loved?
A: Oh yes. It was a wonderful movie, a great story; I loved every minute of it.
B: Loved? Or Liked?
A: Oh, well I guess I liked it a lot. I see what you mean.
B: Dontcha just hate it when that happens?
Scarcity begets Popularity.
If you wear a skirt, a shirt or you read the morning paper while sitting in a beautiful chair created as a limited edition of ONE or if you possess a tidbit of knowledge which has not yet entered the realm of COMMON SENSE you may soon be celebrated by those whose clamor for attention fails to bridge the gap between the world of regular stuff and the world of scarcity…
You could soon become a Celebrity…
So much for scarcity…
And exclusivity.
What do you do when there’s nothing to do?
Is this the in-between place?
Are you neither afraid nor even in love;
Is this your Who Am I face?
As you count the tiles on the bathroom wall
Do you pick your nose and examine your toes?
Is this the way the story goes?
When you take a moment to dump waste?
When you waste a moment to dump?
Are you down in the dumps
Or ready to hump
To kick some butt
Or take your lumps
As you dare to view your past
Can you wipe the crumbs from your lazy ass
And do your bump and grind?
Scoop the melon from the rind?
As you rise from your behind?
Accept the Love and pass it along.
Forget the “buts” you’ve been sitting on.
Rise up my friend, enjoy the Dawn
Ignore your past as The Put-Upon.
“Wake up Jacob. Day’s a breakin’. The cow’s in the barnyard and the rooster’s a crowin’.
This is your This Is Me face.
© Lee Broom
Curious Abner spoke about
The Psychedelic Toad.
Like LSD he said reflecting
The Toad was Overload.
Some Toads have this poison
Exuding from their backs;
If licked in careful quantities
Will make ya Super Max,
(Distorting all the facts).
Curious Abner tried it out;
Toad lived up to his name.
SoAb did and sure enough,
He’s never been the same.
(He likes to wane and wax
While playing on his sax.)
What else could he do?
He’s talkin’ to a buncha drunks.
Whadda they know?
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