My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.
If you don’t like it go read something else. If you don’t like my views on politics, Obama, immigration, feminism, life, blogging, or Peyton Manning go read a website you do like. Don’t come to my blog and tell me not to write something. At least if you do don’t be shocked when I tell you to Fuck Off. I don’t come to your blogs and tell you not to write things. Don’t do the same to me. Got it?
Seasons change and love evolves. Sometimes golden fields turn into barren landscapes waiting for snow to cover them to hide their shame. We walk an ever changing path of many seasons, at least we hope as we navigate the current one we are in. Fire falls from the sky and droplets of pain make us realize the moments we live. We appreciate those moments more because of that realization, the knowledge the next step is about to be taken. Whether we liter our path with broken bottles of guilt or puddles of forgotten dreams next to the cigarette butts we contemplated them with, I do not see failure. I see life and a life that resembles ever changing seasons. The past is behind and before me a future. A future I make each day.
Do you care to share what you are working on? You don’t have to give away any secrets and don’t publish anything that will negate a future contract, but if you have a post or link that shows your current project feel free. Workshops, artwork, food blogs, fashion bloggers, contest hosts, and prompt writers are all welcome. If you have a community you are currently running you can share that as well.
Note: I have altered my websites to enable infinite comment stream. No more paging, but you can feel free to comment multiple times. Just don’t spam the board.
Note II: If you know the code you can share pictures or photos in the comment section. It is up to you. Networking is allowed and authors may feel free to share their book covers. The same for photographers and artists. All bloggers are welcome. I will make this post a sticky.
What are you working on? People might be interested, you never know.
I actually do NOW, but when I was a kid my sister and I would hate it when my parents would bust out singing. And dancing… ugh! Nice post and song. Thanks for the trip down memory lane! -OM
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I really like a lot of music from the 60s. When thinking about the prompt the song Incense and Peppermints by The Strawberry Alarm Clock came to mind. It’s funny but at first I was imagining church incense. Thinking what would rockers want with church incense. Then I remembered they are talking about those little sticks of incense. And probably high on something and enjoying their heightened senses of taste and smell.