Compass

One guy sez the only possible reason he doesn’t like being himself is that, by so being, it keeps him from the joy and privilege of being able to meet and get to know him.

In the more complex, more revealing, world of rubber reality, I offer the surprising prize of indirect disclosures.  (Plus, I can guess your weight.)

My latest nomination for the Safe Statement Award:
Man says, “I can foresee the possibility of some criticism.”

A one legged man
doesn’t need a compass.

There’s a seamstress in Budapest with a small shop not far from where Samuel Coleridge once lay down, who sez there’s no real reason you should go around in public with all those rips and tears.

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