The other day, I was waiting up on Hill Street, and a man, obviously a little down on his luck, sat down next to me. He then proceeded to loudly proclaim the following words:
"Where is this Paraphernalia coming from? Paraphernalia!
The California Supreme Court is nothing but Paraphernalia!"
" ' Hide, hide, hide on the Paraphernalia side.' " (he sang)
"Little girls are caught up on the Paraphernalia side. Security is about Paraphernalia and so is the Supreme Court. They are all Paraphernalia-dependent. Your brain can be clogged with Paraphernalia, like little boys.
That's what the Supreme Court is all about. We are all clogged with Paraphernalia."
Now I don't know about you, but I pay attention to what folks say, whether they're talking to me or not. I'm just sort of a "curious" soul. And I found this man's prose quite intriguing, to say in the least.The California Supreme Court is nothing but Paraphernalia!"
" ' Hide, hide, hide on the Paraphernalia side.' " (he sang)
"Little girls are caught up on the Paraphernalia side. Security is about Paraphernalia and so is the Supreme Court. They are all Paraphernalia-dependent. Your brain can be clogged with Paraphernalia, like little boys.
That's what the Supreme Court is all about. We are all clogged with Paraphernalia."
I think I actually learned something that day!
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Thought provoking art and rants! I'm enjoying it all. Thanks for blogging.
Discovered you at Cedric Smith's blog.
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