GOD BLESS ANN FRANK !

And for Google+ proper - u ain't serving me for naught. I saw, i came, and
I was immensely displeased with both your welcome and your ways.
Go your way.

I will go mine.

It's quite plain, never the TWAIN shall again MEET.
You've wasted Enough of mt Time, and shown neither Respect
or Pay to make it worthwhile. Bye, vampires of mankind !

PLEASE, I ASK U PUBLICLY. DO NOT EVER BOTHER, MOLEST OR CONTACT ME AGAIN ON SOCIAL MEDIA AFFAIRS. PUBLICLY I ASK. BUT IF YOU DO,
BE SURE THE FEDERAL TRADE COMMISSION WILL GET THE NEWS.

AND HOW COULD I LET THIS LAST ONE GO ?
SUCH A HUGE, POWERFUL, MONEY-LADEN CORPORATION
ASKING FOR COLLABORATORS -
THE MORE ARTISTIC THE MERRIER...

BUT LET 'EM STARVE ! NOT A FUCKING PENNY 4 THEIR EFFORTS !
bUT DONT U SEE WE ARE THE LORDS OF THE UNIVERSE ?
WE, THE TECHNOS ?

TAKE IT UP THE ASS, FREAKS.

So. Finally, the Tale. Or the Story, as you might like.

I had a friend, a story-teller like myself. On many things, we saw alike. Wings of a feather, you might say. Some years ago, he tried to give settling a go. So, though he kept basically free and mobile, he started publishing
in several places, but ' pro bono' ( salary-less ). He thought - he WAS a very good story-weaver - he could ' make himself a name ' and THEN, ask - as a totally normal procedure of interchange, again normally known as TRADE,
some financial recompense for his efforts.
And though everything went its course, as he foresaw, wat he had not counted on imposed itself. And that which imposed itself was human greed
lack of consideration, and a contemporary version of slave-labor.
So, the story now is nearly over.
After playing the blues - for a guitarist he also was - and crying along with his blues, making them all that much more authentic, and drinking a bit more than was his usual measure, one day...
He woke up and he had REGAINED HIS COMPOSURE. and back to nomad
he went. You see, he figured, ' If Johnny Appleseed would've stayed in one
place, there sure as heck wouldn't be, and all over the place, so many apple trees and orchards ! '

Ehem..ehem..Just clearing my throat here. another way of finding-out
if this be a right place fr me to stop at. See, my main trade and vocation
comes from way, way back. Its not commerce, really, though it makes commerce Possible. It's from where all knowledge comes from - its origin - and the ways it develops. Its how we augment or take from tradition. Its, in very brief terms, how olden peoples passed on all they knew of life and the world before the written word took hold and people started becoming literate. Its story-telling. Plain and simple. ( ALSO CALLED THE ORAL TRADITION )

just checkin ' in...wondering if the agency made the reservation. They DID say this was a 5 Star Stay, but - even tho' commerce has always been tricky - I do believe in our day and age it is especially so.
So, don't mind me, consider me ' just browsing '...if i don't like the place, I'll part and forget the experience when my reservation ends.

While i wait for whom i'm waiting...i'll retake. Story-tellers, raconteurs, as sometimes we are called, come in all shapes, sizes and just about anywhere you can think of, we just may pop-up. We are naturally nomad, and tend to roam ; therefrom the amplitude and scope of our interests. We are sort of literary jack-of-all-trades-men and women ; knowing a bit of everything there is to be known, we go where service is more sorely needed
as another precondition of the call.
Some of us may decide to settle. Therein come authors, newspapermen and many more such. But we, that stay true and fast to the source, enjoy some mighty big privileges others often have to forego. Fisrt and utterly foremost, WE ARE FREE.
wherever we are not well-received or listened to, we've learnt not to make a fuss about it, but simply just to move on. The world, the planet is simply too
large and beautiful and variegated, and there are just so many billions of ears waiting to open that making a fuss its just damn stupid and a waste of precious time. And we do know time is precious and costly, because most of us are old ; and at times it seems it took us forever to get where we are at, at times it seems just yesterday we were born. But one way or another, we know that a moment or a chance wasted is a huge chunk of life unexplored and ignored and THAT IT JUST SHOULD NOT HAPPEN.

i'll give my story later. something else calls me on.

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