So, you say you want to be a blogger? No? You never said that? Well, that's what I heard anyway.
I know some people don't have any experience with the interface, don't know how to use Blogger. Ask me if you have a question. My goal is to have many authors, sharing here, instead of throwing your pearls at the feet of SWINE! I mean, we're all probably going to throw some pearls at the swine anyway. But I want some pearls thrown at me too.
If you have any questions about this little project of mine, just ask. If you need help using Blogger, just ask. I don't expect everyone to know how to insert pictures and such. But it's really quite easy when you give it a go.
I would love some videos, some day to day stuff, special occasions, cats playing piano. I am definitely going to keep posting here. It may be stories about why nobody is engaging with me. But long ago I realized I needed to play with words, and people. I hate the idea that social media has hijacked that. So... I want an alternative.
Hey, that’s my old bedroom!
ReplyDeleteLike the old saying goes... Same room, different dog!
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Sleek chrome bumper rocks back and forth. The man on the screen runs, forward...just B movie forward. Why doesn't he turn? Why doesn't he jump away?
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It was written that way.
Together, snarky detectives ponder, complex in their characters.
"It was a monster car!" I shriek uselessly at the tiny figures on thin screen of reality, shrieking with tinny tone, all treble.
"A monster car with the desire to run him down!"
But they can't hear me.
Implosion
The star fell, not asteroidal, not meteoric, but brightness eternal by comparison.
It smashed into the relatively soft shell of my skull, leaving a smoking crater from which she emerged. Of course this made me somewhat dizzy...and old.
From across the galaxy the light from a distant sun glints on something...there is a pause of recognition...something breathes, readying its way.