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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Scary Links To Frighten You

I am a little busy right now. No it is not an excuse. Okay, you got me. I just love to look at these links this time of year that I am repeating a Post I did on October 28th, 2018 called Links To Be Scared Of. Enjoy
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This last one is the scariest of all!
Haunted Houses
for sale,
so they jack up the price!


Happy Halloween Everyone
https://tinyhouseblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Haunted-House.jpg
Hey,
that is my house!

This is,
I Am Not Afraid Of No Ghosts
I Just Keep My Blanket Over My Head At Night For Warmth
Jim Hauenstein,

And,


“There the book fell, and it seemed to Conway that an invisible hand had struck it out of his. He rose, leaving the journal lying open as it had fallen, and hurried from the room. A gloom filled the passage and the house was full of horror, resounding with the sufferings of its past inhabitants and dripping with their tears. His hand closed upon the damp balustrade, and the rotten wood exuded moisture like a sponge.”
- Ernest G. Henham -


That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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