Back Together

There was this one City Person who, each night, prayed, “Oh dear lord, I beseech thee, and pray that in the morn’ you will once again put me back together.”

It pays to know where you’re going, (at the very least in money saved in map purchases).

At one Revolutionist Camp, at their weekly gathering, it came a Trooper’s turn to address his comrades; he stood and said just this: “There has recently occurred with me an event upon which it is most difficult to speak,” then he sat back down to appreciative silence.

Look, if it seems like you’re gonna “overdo it,” at least don’t OVER do it.

There are reports from the City of a Man now roaming the streets, beating his thighs and crying out, “Woe, woe unto us and our fates; the Age of Economists is upon us!”

J.