Off the Rack

As he skipped from star to star, I heard this one creature singing:
“Off the rack,
off the rack,
we’re all off
the bloody rack.”

One man’s dream
is the community’s project;
the community’s dream,
one man’s peril.

On some worlds, a man who measures his drink is not considered very thirsty.

He who continues to tell you what he’s trying to do, is till uncertain as to what he’s trying to do.

If all you used was “pertinent info,” you wouldn’t be much better off than you are now.

J.