I´m Not Certain

 

¨On the whole, I´d rather be in Philadelphia.¨

W. C. Fields on what he thinks about death.

I wonder if he saw Philadelphia today

if he´d still feel the same way?

Supersonic philosophy?

Hyperanthroapostacy?

Anthropomorphic autocannabalism?

Auto-da-fe hot dog stand?

There is no plausible explanation

that it is possible to believe.

Is ¨progress¨ still the aim of society?

Or, is society in a new period of competition,

survival, rapid evolution at instinctive speed?

Escape hatch optimism?

Hard to find relief when

you´re continuously hysterical.