Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more…
Personally, I’ve a general rule to try to avoid breaches of any kind. Data breach, breaches of faith, a breach in the hull of your 19th century Nantucket whaling vessel… none of those are good news and more than likely all three would end in your getting sued. Lawyers are expensive and the only retainer I’ve ever been in possession of came with headgear included.
I’m short on annoying banter today, lucky you. Pretend I extended further inane pleasantries.
“Fat Earth”, March 27, 2019.
Twinkle twinkle little star
Gaze upon you from afar
Minuscule pinpricks of light
Seem immobile while at flight
We’re surrounded at all times
By graphical paradigms
Astrophysics will transcend
Simplest theories cold portend
Glance in wonder and observe
Planetary body’s swerve.
You sang it in your head didn’t you? That’s not meant to be a thing but I found I couldn’t help myself. Stupid, catchy frickin’, nonsense. Apparently that wasn’t written by Mozart. Huh.
That’s all for me compadres, I’m off into the sunset with my mule at a slow trot.
“God for Harry, England, and Saint George!”
I haven’t even read Henry V, I’m just a pretentious ass. I suppose that’s hardly news.
Be well, dear friends, be well.
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.