the platitudes of willful resemblance

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 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