Come through, there’s a gnat has jiggered across my nose, an aeronautic whirligig – a tiny door. Beware the flying dervish, my friends, gyre and gimble in the wabe. With a Jump and a jive and a heave. “Wilderness is not a luxury…” * This Tao Way, a wild walk – all mimsy were the tumbles-in, all lunatic and pickled, these sapiens in the soup. The tires that squish, the guns that splatter! Beware the galumphing gentry. And what a virtual parody, flattening rain forests into 2D screens. “Granma said they was dead people walking around.” ** Three times a day, an orangutan stepped from its cage into the limelight, costumed as a clown. Ridiculous the tuxedo to cover his bruises – the cheers to drown his despair. Which is stronger faith or fear? Oh shun, the dunderhead delight chasers. “And we stand somewhere between the mountain and the Ant.” - *** Come through, shame has sullied her shadows, she folds apology into paper cr
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