On theories that make you want to pull down your pants
and moon the wretched powers that be...
That sounds as plausible a theory as any I've ever heard
- this side of conspiracy theorists, of course!
I totally abhor ''moonwalking'' of any kind, however!
My walking is the way God Intended me to walk:
ever forward, never backwards!
Luminous Pedestrian style!
By profile!
Wooo!
Let's go for a walk now...
Woooooo - indeed!
But let's face it now: the moon affects us all
-werewolves, wolfmen or whatsnot-
and we will never escape it
(never mind those wishes of getting rid of it
Space:1999 style!
We're way past that date anyways...)
I hated that show - save for Maya... Maya... and Maya!
I can't stand that insufferable song either;
you know which one - the one that
puts it into question, in such a silly way:
''if you believe they put a man on the moon -
man on the mooooon!''
I believe you put a man in your mouth,
lead singer - but that's another (sordid) story...
We celebrated the moon landing on this blog
(or we will - all that blogging kinda has
the exact same effect on me as the time hopping
good ol' Billy Pilgrim was doing in
Slaughterhouse-Five, y'know -
especially when post-dating gets to be involved!)
so let's conclude this time out
with something far more palatable
regarding the moon and all...
“You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation,
an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world,
and a compulsion to do something about it.
From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty.
You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck
and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say,
‘Look at that, you son of a bitch.'”
― Edgar D. Mitchell
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