The Human Zoo.

The Human Zoo

Tickets to the human zoo are more costly than the fare you’d afford to enter the archetypal animal house (that’s a little anthropocentric, eh?) When you receive your pass to the People Park there is a moment of judgement in which your added features are the judged. For a raft of reasons, visitors bring belongings like an over zealous squirrel stuffs nuts. If the count exceeds three (truly, the magic number) you temporarily relinquish the right to the largest in the group. No worries, chances are your forfeited article will be reissued as you leave. Though security is like a cashew in the fist of a gorilla, and a proletariate family of 3 1/2 would no doubt famish, the biped abundance is absorbingly amusing and worth the baggage. You’ll find that this globally networked mankind menagerie is host to an unbound assortment of humanoid specimen, free to roam, mingle, or disaffiliate (after the gorilla lets go of course.)

I tend to be clandestine about my time in the house of Homo Sapiens; howbeit, my self exile is often interrupted by some sort of hobnobbing dolt whose menial tongue-wagger is more offensively void of content than the food they may be eating. My god the food! I’m guessing that the ingredients and the culinary wit of those who assemble these skank vitcuals must be from the same barren ilk. Okay, I’m being a little too arbitrary about the grub. I can have some pretty highbrowed standards over gastronomy. Aside from the diatribe above, the Exhibition of Wights can be an enjoyable way to spend the day, get from here to there, or reunite with family, friends, and lovers.

At any rate, when you’re at the Naked Monkey Museum you are both a visitor and a captive, the beholder and the beheld, basically an oroboros aborbodo. An interesting instance indeed. Heretofore recent years the Civil Circus had been pretty lax in policy; but of late, life at the Soul Station has changed more drastically Michael Jackson’s face game. Its certainly not the place for the nihilist. Any interim of insubordination is noticed and enforced upon in double time bebop by the resident gestapo. These pedantic police are ever aware of their Human Swap Meet; as they should be, this dog faced world isn’t always man’s best friend.
Its also important to remember that a reservation to the gallery can be as uncertain as androgyny. Your arrival and/or departure is not entirely dictated by you. Don’t fret: your sixteen words away from accepting this inconvenience. All need be done is seek the counsel of the nearest Hare Krishna and repeat after him……. Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare. This saving mantra can be used elsewhere as well. You might employ it’s powers when collecting your abandon accoutrements at the often last stop of this fleshy tour. It can be a frustrating farewell, but presumably not your last.

Now, with the above information carefully combed over, where and what is the Human Zoo?

Brandon LaPrad Bye