If you work withing the system, you come to one of the either/or
choices that were impicit in the system from the beginning. You're
talking like a medieval serf, asking the first agnostic whether he
worships God or the Devil. We're outside the system's categories.
You'll never get the hang of our game if you keep thinking in
falt-earth imagery of right and left, good and evil, up and down. If
you need a group label for us, we;re political non-Euclideans. But even
that's not true. Sink me, nobody of this tub agrees with anybody else
about anything, except maybe what the fellow with the horns told the
old man in the clouds. Non serviam.

"The things you own end up owning you."

"Speaking as a judge", he continued, "I dismiss this case on several
grounds. The State is clinically insane as a corporate entity and is
absolutely unfit to arrest, try and incarcerate those who disagree with
it's policies."

GP: Is Eris true?
M2: Everything is true.
GP: Even false things?
M2: Even false things are true.
GP: How can that be?
M2: I don't know man, I didn't do it.
StableXYZN5: You're both idiots!
5NZYXelbatS: Everything is real, Nothing is permissible. Go stick your
head in a pig.

"It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while

And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright."

- Billy Joel

Double-A

"Maniacal ~ ! If zany tones rattle arousal,
Quote dusty telephonic tomes, or brainy treasure
Brimming cunning lingo,
Quotes tock's riddles, rattles, finagles over ~ exposure

Eyes snap shut. Flicker's lick unfretfully fluffs
Feather's pillow, flounces fur, perfects aerodynamic
For a loon's swooning dive ...

An ounce of prevention,
A pound of cure."
~ Twittering