Sunday Squibs

 

All food has protein, say the vegans.

But is it usable protein?

ask the hoof-chasing paleos.

The F word no longer shocks

When C bombs fail to awe there’ll be nothing left but sticks and stones and broken bones

After the carnival leaves town, two carnies will have changed places with two townies…for about a week. 

We’re in the last wild and bloody years of playing chicken on two-lane highways. The future will wonder: What were they drinking?

AI will succeed because we are so gullible, and only so far. 

People complain about McMansions taking over the neighborhood.  Wait till the highrises arrive.

I put out a wet paint sign

The bugs blunder in

Is there a bug ER

To kill is a sin

No bug vets ‘round here

I will try Hindustan

Where all life is revered

At least that’s the plan

Instead of a using a mantra during meditation, I’m counting my breaths. Sixteen per minute x 20 minutes = 320. There was slippage today. I only counted 35.

To simplify is hard, I state

Much simpler to un-complicate

The same Spirit gives us Paul’s sober “Eye has not seen”, followed by John’s wild visions on a Greek island. Amen amen