iMan - Apr 13

Observe the modern generations walk on by; they suckle from the plastic teat of coffee cups, and stumped by stamping feet they shamble unaware from flock to flock.— infant adults—if earnest I may speak; Look there: one loops in circles (a grand feat!) and, as if an ornithological suite, the gaggle shuffles behind,—“squawk squawk squawk!” Yikes… I suppose that if I ran at ‘em they’d scatter faster than frightened pigeons.— Wouldn’t even need to make the barest noise, merely the sight of a threatening poise is enough to disperse their religions (yes—religions—phony, false—“fun”:—numb!).