Archive for October, 2010

October 31, 2010

by jhon baker

boo.

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October 29, 2010

by jhon baker

I am not prepared for October to be over yet – and I won’t be in two days either. Yesterday was October 1st and there was a month to go with a concert or two intertwined – once concert down and another tomorrow night, then rain on Halloween – all seven kids (including my own) will be sorely disappointed. In November and December I am told that there is something going on every weekend that I have to be a part of and most of it happens at my house. – it was appropriate to tell me this Halloween weekend as it scared me naked.

October 25, 2010

Magpie #37

by jhon baker

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it
was badly damaged
momentarily offered to 
the scrap heaps
I staggered
dropped the moment
(a
pokerfaced interlude)
recollected
I couldn’t part with
my last memory 
of you

 – Hoc Scripsi

image from Magpie Tales #37

October 25, 2010

I spent the day sleeping, in bed.

by jhon baker

well, no I didn’t but while I was walking around, pumpkin shopping, having lunch, dinner, reading, smoking and all that rock n roll – I was asleep. Now, I am awake at one twenty-seven am.

I hold no grudge.

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October 21, 2010

by jhon baker

a comment of mine from another blog…

I once had to put a bullet from my .38 special snub nose revolver through my GPS navigator. It started with getting me lost in Chicago and finally drew it’s last straw when it refused to update after I bought a new map set for fifty bucks. This properly served as a warning to all my other electrical devices which began to act properly afterward.

 said other blog can be read here.

but the story is true only it belonged to my wife and became rather unnecessary with her acquisition of an iPhone.

rest in peace Jack, I don’t follow in your footsteps but thank you for inspiring me to make my own.

a poetry repost – but whose offended?

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I want to see a bull gore a toreador

I want to see a bull gore a toreador.

I only ever pray when an
ambulance goes by
other wise,
I don’t believe.

it’s madness but
why can’t it be cancer?
something nice and clean?

I hope this made you spill your tea.

– Hoc Scripsi 

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