All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views |
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| What I wrote for Angel Army, A mentor for me is a patchwork of individuals who each had something unique to offer, even if they didn’t know I was attending class but interacting very little. I’m not angling for a merit badge and could go from era to era, describing the profound ways I was impacted in this online community. Trust is key. I think at this point, with so much turmoil, those people have exited the writing scene here, lastly Elle I am completely naive at times. Have poor recollection. I get a fuzzy feeling at times for some, but it’s not like I can drop by any time. Warped Sanity A constant is Kåre เลียม Enga I have no radar or defenses, but build immunities. I’ve gone from feeling I can not misstep and drop by any forum to just say hello like this (provided an open invitation) to seeking a safe place with Cubby I’ve been a worker purely to grow as writer, feel a part of something, as overachiever life long. I bear my chest, as my high school English teacher responded to an essay. Yes, I’m available, vulnerable but extremely strong, would be loyal to something. Life doesn’t provide many better than immediate family, whom I guard. The list of people I miss here is long, reread what they’ve left from time to time. I can use archive.org’s wayback machine to see how this website has preserved since 2006, get sentimental memories of all whom paths crossed. The regret: I cannot naturally be for others what they require. Nor would I in some scenarios (this would require another essay). I’m not necessarily on any menu. Even in high times, doubt I really was. But, all of it serves to guide me. I’m primarily concerned about humanity. Monetizing it sucks. I hope it’s been fair here to share, once idyllic. I’ve heard your call, opportunity to give, show my face where I’ve loved. That need not be reciprocated with any shine. This…offering…follows my bliss trail. When known appreciated, mere icing. And I’m forgiving. ![]() Bling the next person and just shake me hand, already. T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ Worldwide Public for those outside our community to get a flavor, if only for me. |