and other "sizes,"
are metaphors or "approximations,"
for things and not-things.
Like the size
of your escape trip.
Escapism on planet PissyMystic
and Escapism Magazine
is "doing all right".
But why can't
the cosmic travel agents
get their shit
Now, the subtle of today's post is
"A Lovely Planet In The Neighborhood?"
Am I going to start an argument
by referring to
We don't seem to realize
A Lovely Planet In The Neighborhood?
A Lovely Planet In The Neighborhood? - 2
All Alone In The Void
The Poet Laureate of MOMCOM - 3
Wiggy with Sons.
Oh well, oh hell,
just before the music,
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide.
It isn't that there was never a valid escape, there was (The Tenets of Ecocosmology).
The problem is that current civilization has now been led to destroy the ability to validly escape (Civilization Is Now On Suicide Watch, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7).
Having done that, Oil-Qaeda now wants to illegally escape.
Which, as the poem explains, is not going to happen.
We should not have taken Highway 61, we should have stayed on Highway 51: