Sunday Squibs

 

When making a fake, leave a couple of flaws to perfect the illusion. 

Every revolution has it’s downside. The agricultural replaced the joy of the hunt with the drudgery of the hoe, the Industrial filled the countryside with satanic mills, and now the Information Revolution is replacing blissful ignorance with fake news. 

I am as aware of the vastness of God as the fly in amber is of the piney woods. 

The freeway is full of buzzing traffic. How many are locals who are here every day and how many are passing this way just the once, never to return?

Dig deep enough into history and you begin to feel the shovel hitting your own bones. 

The guy who says failure is not an option has yet to meet the ref. 

The motel patron in his review complains that the place needs refurbishment. Yet he himself is too cheap to stay in a place that isn’t a dump. 

Those who abstain from intoxicants themselves will permit their fellow citizens to enjoy their THC, CBD, edibles, gummies, etc. as long as they don’t call it marijuana. 

Those who answer texts quickly are the fresh salad eaters. Those who reply days later are the lovers of old wines and well aged cheeses. 

At birth we are given a warranty vague. 

Death puts a term to that worthless rag.