Time was a man could start a fire in his own back yard and nobody complained as long as he was sensible about it. These days everyone gets all tangled up about everything. These days a body can't do as he wants except a dozen people send a cease and desist. I'm not one to get much up into another soul's business, but it occurs to me to wonder how people can see so clearly what their neighbors do what with their heads so far up their own arse. I've a mind to give them a piece of it, but I'm a peaceful man said and done. An so I stand, hose in hand, dousing the effrontery out back, sending up to heaven the smoke of my discontent. Why fuel the fires of impending intervention unwelcome? You can push a person only so far, however. It's a thing to keep in mind. Only so far and no further.
Have you ever wondered what font was used for the Ten Commandments? I assume, whatever the face, it was ten point font. It seems only fitting.
Sometimes I worry that the fact that our language is written and read left-to-right means we will, ultimately, forsake liberalism and embrace fundamentalism. It's a silly concern, I know, but it's an area of research largely unexplored. It's a topic, one could say, about which there is much left to write.
Time was a man could set his hovercar afloat anywhere he wanted in his own yard so long as he was sensible about it. These days everyone's concerned about gravity engagement, No-G failure. It's happened before, I know, but it's mighty rare. You'd have more chance of finding an unused Internet domain name less than three-hundred letters long than of a hovercar falling on you. Mind your own consarned business. Soon, I swear, you'll push me too far.
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Love.
