BLASPHEMY DE JOUR
A mystery cellar stench reveals its source: a dead squirrel, curled at bottom of bag containing Christmas wrapping paper.
Thought No. 1: Perhaps time to clean basement, when becomes recognizable to nature's messiest nest-builders.
Thought No. 2: This may reconcile the inconsistencies between the Old and New Testament Gods.
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
thought no. 2 made me snort coffee through my nose :-)
ReplyDeleteBetter than the squirrel tick eggs that I v. likely aspirated by laughing over the carcass itself!
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