Gravity is grave, n’est pas?

Antique-sounding words like cancer and autism (similar to “consumption” and “hysteria”) fill conversations bouncing off the walled halls of community colleges.

Some days I am overloaded with the life stories of people around me.

Great researchers, scientists and writers die without my getting to hear their life stories in person.

Me, oh my oh.

I haven’t attended a local racetrack event with my father in a long time.

Instead, I make no money attending to the trends of our species.

I don’t know how much I observe or cause mass hypnosis, trying to avoid mass hysteria of any kind.

I am smarter than no one sourced crowd.

I am wiser than a mob conforming to the least common denominator.

Happy satire is my best friend.

I am tired of feeling vibrations in the air, into my feet, and passing through my body.

Today is a good day to forget what I know, letting trends trend, friendly or fiendly.

Today is my day, not going to worry about trying to make the whole world generally happy.

Today, your troubles are not my troubles.

The selfish me shines bright and clear.

Happy Birthday, Rick! Be me all I want today!

[Today was also Ayatollah Khomeini’s birthday. Who knew?]