HOPE YOU CAN READ THIS!

I was SO delighted to be able to access my “CATEGORIES” that I just went wild, picking flowers, here and there, to better flavor the absurdity of this experience. I have been SO deprived on the WordPress iPhone App. My categories only go as far as “Contemporary Psychiatric Practices.”  That’s it.  EVERYTHING below that is buried somewhere, and WordPress will NOT allow me to access that information.

 

For a long time, I had to mutate single words through variations of their letters, to create a NEW category, which I knew I would only be able to use once —

like

MuSiC

That was every time I got the message: “THAT category already exists”

I KNOW that, already.

I created the category.

Now stop hiding the key from me!

But, alas.  You think they listened?  On Twitter.  And, at times, they even tried to wrestle me.  THAT was a mistake.  Because they never won the match!  But still, they continued with their lame and dull and scripted rhetoric, the language of nothingness, the language that does nothing, says nothing, the noise, the hum, the drone, the babbling, the language that simply takes up space, and their groupies who licked their lollipops there . . .

WordPress has responded!

Must be important.

But it was not.

 

Now to be fair, this is NOT unique to WordPress.  Government bureaucracies love that rhetoric, too.  And any other agency that portends to help others, but in fact, does its best to keep people chained to their shackles, and dizzying them with the wheels of this type of rhetoric.

 

I know it well.

 

Pretty sure I’m gonna bury WordPress soon.  It’s just WAY too complicated for me. And they just don’t listen.  But that’s another piece altogether.

 

 

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Where Are My Ear Buds! Oh.

It was one of those days …

When you got too much going on up there, and not enough sense of the world, outside of there, the 3-dimensional one — ‘ya know, the one I’m talking about, this one here — when the wires get crossed — and you start to get lost — when you start to rhyme, then ‘ya start to screech, cause ‘ya never did intend to rhyme — whether it’s up there or here, when you start to ask questions — you shouldn’t have to ask, when ‘ya start looking for things, you don’t need to be looking fer,  going up and down stairs, —

If only things were just a bit more copacetic, but they’re not  —

And you’re tickled to discover

When you see you’re still here —

Relatively
intact

unproofed

And you jus’ can’t help but smile at yourself.

 

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Images of Language and Incongruity Floating In My Head While Moaning and Groaning About WordPress

This is gonna be short. 

  • And that’s because – Fucking WordPress!!!  What is wrong with you guys. New version is just dandy when it grants you a visit otherwise you’re back doing the old shit again, typing each tag without spellcheck – OMG!  What a chore…

And now you’ve fucked up the most important page!  The super duper versions paper, which we compose on, and you’ve totally destroyed the basic formatting, where you have no idea how many times you have to hit return before you get that extra space you want in there, between paragraphs!
So, as demonstrated above, I can easily use bullet formatting or numeric, but I am no longer able to slide into paragraphs, and it is so fucking annoying!

What kind of Brains are developing these, these – I don’t even know what to call them!
(Personally I think they’re all missing a few screws.)

All very nice, of course, affable, but totally daffy when it comes to basic organizational thinking and, and what? Visualization system is inoperable?

URGENT:  

The Eyes of an Aesthete Wanted

On the other hand, if this is an example of how someone who may have Schizophrenia, for example, works, well, that’s another subject altogether. 

But why do we still need two versions of the Statistics?  Neither is much improved. So make a decision

Throw one in the trash, already!
Seeing the actual word italicized, however, is a whole lot better than than seeing words buried under HTML script. 

So that is an improvement. 
Congratulations, WordPress!

Bravo.
(Sorry. 

That just wouldn’t stay in any longer.)

Ever since I did the update, I’ve been wanting to put this down on paper, but something else always managed to shove it below the pile, where it finally said …
No more of this!
I will no longer be a wallflower!

                     THE END

So far, Today …

Thought I’d use the symbolic value of the eye here, so I cropped everything else. It’s such an easy symbol. Who can wrong with the eye?

This series is called …

Too Fucking Lazy To Tap

   
      

   

Next …
Brazilian Blogger, Chris Guerra. Accidentally stumbled on her through Instagram (That’s what I love about Instagram.) 
An incredibly beautiful and stunning writer and Activist who’s into tattoos and clothes and models her particular piece of the day, highly influencial, book signings, appearances, public speaking engagements, a mother, and a heavenly beauty who is an influential writer and much more. 
Why is it that we never hear about these really interesting people here in the US?  

Are we that culturally isolated?

  

Mother’s Day Music: 2015

Too lazy to deal with pecking today, so I used pen and paper instead.

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Where is my FUCKING pen!!! (Mini-crisis) And more definitions of LOVE.

I’m still building this one.
So far, it looks like this.

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Dylan in Baltimore (Part Two)

I couldn’t wait to get to the venue and people-watch. I knew this was going to be an interesting crowd.

It was past 7:30, and the show began at 8. The crowd outside was sparse but sufficient to draw a correlation between them and those who were already inside.

First of all, there were his peers who looked as one might have imagined they looked like: Men with silver pony tails, smokers, and punks – all wrapped into one – and extruded through the eyes of Time
They were truly a scary sight.

And then there were the women.

Those who may have been the Flower Children of that generation …
But who had sadly changed.

So that was the top tier.
Grandpas and Grandmas.

And then there were the ones (mostly men) who had actually lived lives Dylan’s own creative consciousness had manufactured earlier – when he was still a youth and a prophet. How sacrilege, someone might say. But this has nothing to do with religion – not that kind of stuff, but conditions we face as humans. Dark ones. Of the mind. Of the spirit. Of who and where are we in the grand scheme of Life. And what are the things we must face along the way? Which path to take? And those are the topics of prophets sometimes.

Must’ve been those Minnesota winters …