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2024

As 2023 was drawing to a close, random people on the street would stop me and ask what my hopes and dreams were for 2024. "Snow," I said. Also, to figure out how to install new front and rear derailleurs on my old Fuji Palisade without it taking another week. If time is money, I just spent a lot of money cleaning up this old bike.

If the first hour and three quarters are any indication, 2024 is going to be cold and dark. Everyone will be asleep. No one will answer my texts. All services will be shut down including grocery and liquor stores, leaving us hungry and thirsty.

So, yeah, not starting out great. Nevertheless, Happy New Year! Fingers crossed that the sun rises in the morning. 

Behind The Mask
Dreamy
 

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Tuesday, 23 April 2024

 

 

Daily Haiku

 

Cats oft’ void their guts.

They cough out fur balls. They puke.  

We tread carefully.  

 

College Tuition

We dig ourselves a deep hole

Need a second job.

 

Now that I’m sixty

People think I’m a wise man

Probably, I’m not

 

I’m in my Fifties

But tomorrow I’m Sixty

Will need a sports car

 

My PCP Says

“Keep doin’ what yer doin’”

Prob’ly I should not

 

It’s St. Patrick’s Day

We eat beef that has been corned

Whatever that means

 

Robots and A.I.

I will make use of these soon

To do my taxes

 

Strange Oscar night end

Pacino failed to mention

Best pic nominees

 

Who’s this Katie Britt?

Scary. Wierd. We could have used

A Trigger Warning

 

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