speak of the devil

reminiscing – once upon a time – when I called a foreign city my home –

Timmy the Scribbler

Was just reminded that Lent begins tomorrow. About the dietary restrictions. I probably won’t go along with it, but I was intrigued, because it sounded like a really good cleanser for the body, apparently it really makes you feel good. Something about praying and the words and the way the words are prayed does some really good stuff for the mind. Basically an all-around spring cleaning, sounded like. I was really beginning to develop an interest in trying it out.

But then she says, “and no bad thoughts.”

I said, “what constitutes a bad thought (okay I didn’t really use the word ‘constitute)?”

“You know. Dirty thoughts. Sex. Sex thoughts. Erotic.”

“Oh.”

“Fortunately for you, you are not Orthodox.”

“Yeah. Guess so. But how would anybody know? Like things one thinks?”

“When you go for communion and have to confess.”

“Even that which was fleetingly, passingly, harmlessly thought about? All…

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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