Busy busy busy.
Pirate robots has been working on lining up the first title to be produced and I am thrilled to announce that a name of some importance locally, as well as elsewhere, has been brought into the piraterobot fold. More to follow…
and that my friends, was a teaser.
The flies swarm in clouds
Moses-vs.-Pharaoh-like,
Rubbing, bumping and grinding
Against their like kind.
They flit and hover,
Then land among the refuse
To vomit up putrid young,
Maggots,
Their larvae,
To feed,
And grow,
And take flight.
Number 162 was faceless.
His Pt Cruiser,
A hideous maroon color,
Was parked too close
And, sardine-like,
I was forced to peel my way
Out of my car tin.
58, 74, and 93
just wouldn’t shut up.
1 was my dog,
whining to go out,
far too early this morning
her bladder ignoring
the three taps of the snooze button.
31 through 55 were all work-related,
like a postal worker’s [...]
After my last post about memories of the last 3 years, I was asked to explain some of the events mentioned, so for you that are interested…
Master Pirate Robot, it looks like you had quite a roller coaster of a time these past three years. What religions did you change from and to? How bad [...]
Memory is a funny thing, especially when facilitated by old email.
I was digging through my old gmail files, maybe the best thing about gmail, how it organizes everything into categories. It’s like having a personal assistant who specializes in sorting email and chats. Amazing. Anyway, I was digging through old ones and found some that [...]