A Toy-Mental Toodle-Foo
"Hope for the Hopeless ... Fear for the Fearless .. Wait for the Weightless(ness)" © 1963
Friday, May 2, 2025
This is what happens when aggrievement is righteously earned.
Sunday, April 20, 2025
Credit Where Credit Is Due.
Now, when the Tembulants are fingered for a Livable Cities Proclamation, their first order of business will be to snare a recording of a pond in the wee hours and perform visual demonstrations, as if any were ever needed. As one of their Captains has assured us, if any harm is encouraged beyond the bordering area, we should call a trembling person in from the street level and go easy. Because not all situations end up in the papers. A lot of them, in fact, don't even make onto a major floor. With the rapid pace being what it is, any of us who looks to find solace in the arc of a misplaced order of numbers cannot be expected to remove recalcitrant call-banners. And that's even before a tower erupts in fissures of bonded mental telergy. Give them credit for scrying. Please.
Friday, April 11, 2025
This doesn't mean that we're not still friends.
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
The following account may resolve some of your heretofore unanswered questions.
Tuesday, March 18, 2025
Why not let's grease the skids with a bit o' false modesty, shall we?
It's just not true that I risked my life to save a shy person from the consequences of his inadequate personality. What I did, though, was hover silently in the background, let him get his footing, and then compensate his enablers commensurate with their stake in the final outcome. No one knows better than a kid from the South Side what it takes to live an entire life free of chemical infusions. During the lean years, one of us always felt free to create a very large circle inside of which we would routinely vanquish thrill-seekers everywhere. The problem was, some of them had just returned from the Interior Theater and required immediate attention. A few would claim to feel a mystical pain. I used a device on loan from the Agriculture Department to root out the spots where their parents had hidden their collections. With that in hand, I felt we had enough to go on. I wouldn't put my foot in one, but that doesn't mean I'm any taller than the next guy, despite what you may have heard.
Sunday, March 2, 2025
A fully vetted account of likely events.
I am carefully warming a pretend dish inside the sanitizer. Just to the right of the sanitizer, you'll find a precious booklet decked out with commemorative stickers. My step-brother waits outside. His curb is still littered with detritus. I'm done making calls, the likes of which have kept some folks active for days. I have been warned to not attempt to relive vaunted moments. This seems like a good time to circulate photos for maximal effect. The habits of our elders provide no excuses when our own regulations are on the line. I have taken some myself. The impact was nil, but no one ever said boo about the incandescent sound values which would erupt in a shallow quarter. People are better off when they believe something is being done. In their own name or not, you'll know them by the way the powder snakes across the parking lot in their stead. No use giving up the ghost if even one child can be saved. Or, at least that's what they want me to say to avoid subliminal repercussions. It will all come out.
Wednesday, February 19, 2025
Trickerie Exits the Picture.