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More Facebook Philosophy
Dear Facebook Friends:
(Rot-row—here we go again)
“Dear FB Friends,”
I begin again.
I ‘use’ FB to flesh out new ideas for new posts.
Most never come to fruition and most of my FB posts no one ever reads.
Doesn’t matter.
I write them.
Mostly for me.
Writing is generally an exercise in futility (or vanity)
Or Both.
And yet my Facebook stream of consciousness posts often times provide fodder for some ‘real’ posts at Texantales.com
I appreciate (even though I rant and rail sometimes at Facebook for being stupid and sometimes censoring me and being stupid)
Did I say that already, “Stupid?” Mark Chuckle-Berg?
I do appreciate this platform that Facebook provides.
Provides for all of us to share our stories, however how trite and however inane (or in my case, ‘insane’) they may be.
We are privileged to be living in a world where we can talk to EVERYONE in the WORLD with a simple mouse click or a keystroke.
This is magical.
I am so happy to be some small part of this Community.
Thanks in advance for anyone who comments.
And shares your valued opinion.
This is called “Social Media.”
Let us all be social.
And generous.
And civil.
And polite.
And giving.
To those who post thoughtful stuff.
And to those who post not so thoughtful stuff.
We all have souls.
And feelings.
Be kind: Rewind
(Okay, esoteric reference to anyone who has ever spent too much of their paycheck at a Blockbuster’s Video store back-in-the-day)
Facebook Philosophy
I Recently Posted this on Facebook (not sure why)
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“To All My Facebook Friends:
I love to ‘share’ stuff.
(This is the ‘primary purpose’ of FB as I understand it)
Some of the things I ‘share’ are good.
Some other things not so much.
But I share anyway.
Why?
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Because I can
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Because I want to
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Because it makes me happy.
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Because I am ‘generous.’
Yep. I am generous.
To a fault.
I will give you the shirt off my back if it will do you more good than me.
I will give you my food, my booze, my car.
I will give you almost anything I own.
Because I do not care about material things.
The only thing I will not give you is My Life.
(There has been only one time I was ready to give my life for a friend, and that happened one Labour Day back in the Early Seventies)
I am older now and hopefully somewhat wiser.
And have become so ‘loving jealous’ of my life of late.
“Life is for learning.”
–Joni Mitchell
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(Just for reference in case you are new here):
Just a little more “added value”
If you have come this far,
You must surely know by now how much I love Joni.
Original “Woodstock”
Song.
Sung by
A Poet.
A Rare Gem
A Treasure.
A Woman (of Heart and Mind)
An Angel.
(There is no thumbnail)
Trust me!
It is Joni!
Watch and listen!
Try this one:
(These two, actually)
There is never enough Joni in my World.
If you do not love Joni,
Well,
You have probably taken a wrong turn at
Albuquerque.
And should not be here.
Go back to California.
Or Egypt.
Or Cat-Man-Don’t.
Or
Whatever Planet You Call “Home.”
These days.
Oh Fuck it!
I will revist this when I am sober.
Fuck it!
WordPress is obviously
Broken.
WP and I have this in common:
We are both…
Broken.
Fuck it!
“Is it all books and words? Or do you really feel it? Do you really care? Do you really smile. When you smile?”
And since I am rather fond of complete sentences
(and closure)
I just feel compelled to drop this bit in.
(For those few, those happy few, who actually “get” me.
And my sense of humor.)
If I keep dropping mindless shit into this post, I am going to lose my fucking mind.
But I suppose this “Post” Was All About Some Of The Favorite Things I Love To Share.
Now.
Fess up.
Wasn’t it?
Fuck it.
You should not have come this far.
Go Away.
(This one is just for Lance.)
Vid credit: Ly1212
“Say, can I have some of your purple berries?”
“Yes, I’ve been eating them for six or seven weeks now. Haven’t got sick once.”
“Probably keep us both alive.”
I keep ‘sharing’.
But that was the entire point of this entire exercise.
Now,
Wasn’t it?
And just to tie up this thought process…
“Few of My Favorite Things.”
Someday, this post is gonna end.
I am gonna keep milking this cow until she be dry.
(Yes! I am insane!)
Please try to forgive me.
Or not.
Really do not care.
At this point.
“Sharing is Caring.”
Laughing out LOUD!
(I do NOT Subscribe to the “Social Justice Warrior” Magazine.)
‘Cuz I am an asshole.
But then, you’d know that….already.
Thank you if you have read this post.
I am not so much of an ass that I cannot appreciate any time you have spent here.
Thank You.
“Guess I’ll set a course and go.”
“So, You Want To Be A Writer?”
(Vid Credit: Shea)
“Yes, I do!”
“I write; therefore I am”
–Bastardize quote from Rene Descartes.
Pounding out shit, day after day is sometimes difficult,
but when it ‘flows,’ it is fucking magical.
And worth all the agony.
I love it!
I love it when it ‘works.’
I despise myself when it doesn’t.
But I ‘sailor’ on.
One day at a time.
“Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am.” I say, “I do not think, that is why I exist.”
–Taisen Deshimaru
Video Credit: EssentialDegnities
Poem For “Ethel”–Fake Name–UBH: Interlude
Black Hair
Black Eyes
Bright Smile
Great Thighs
Wily Words From Her Mouth
Gave No Pause
Left No Doubt
Words Delivered With Such Charm
Better Watch Out
You’ll Be Disarmed
Your Walls Came Crashing Down
Your Weapons On The Ground
She Was Standing There
(Laughing At My Folly)
Laughing Everywhere
You May As Well Surrender Right There
Taking Me Aside, Said,
“I’ll Never Be Your Bride.
“But You Knew This All Along.”
She Left Me With A Song
And Made Me Smile Again
Then Left Me With a Fact:
She Cheats At Blackjack
(Inside Joke—Will Elaborate On This In A Future Post As We Delve Deeper Into This Odyssey)
“A Broad River Divides My Lovers: As Unchangeable As Nature.”
Best Carly Song Ever NOT Written by Kris Kristofferson. I misspoke.
Here is the one I meant (Written by Kris):
Denton UBH Day One: Stepping Through The Door
Arrived 1822 hrs.
Delivered there by two very attractive young Hunt County EMT’s.
They were almost twins, in their young innocent female forms. I was ‘in love.’ Alas, could not last.
The Ambulance Ride had been extremely bumpy, long and loud, and un-comfy.
I was strapped to a gurney and could not maneuver my butt to relieve the stinging sensation of a butt not moved.
For two hours.
The ‘Check-in’ Process took longer than the road trip.
Myriad forms to be read, filled out and signed.
The signing part was very difficult, given my shaky state.
They took all my belongings (Cell phone, wallet, Copenhagen, car keys, and my pride)
To Be continued…