All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views |
Obshchak Some torn to the ground ▼ Read here some old blog entries... ![]() Brian K Compton ![]() ![]() ![]() Short answer, mostly relatable. |
I've decided I need a place where I don't feel compelled to be politically correct and chose the current internet den of iniquity Twitter. Don't know where I am going with this, but for now the more humorous 'rant' side of me that separates from the writer in me (sometimes). It's already an odd mix. Bringing two of my worlds together in a sense. Going by bron glaedrfly...for now. Since I'm not famous enough to be known by one name...or be known. If you are new to Twitter or thinking of joining, make your 17th tweet a haiku (use #thweet to tag) like I did. Or senyu. https://mobile.twitter.com/glaedrfly/ |
Want to enter this in the 'Shooting Star' portion of the 'Shining Stars' contest this month. Not sure about the voice and depictions.
Just something fun that I found... http://www.pelorian.com/deerletters.html |
April Fool's Day is nearing. Pranking someone is not my thing. Being pranked...not so much. However... Something to chew on...
Spring break is coming. Might be time to take a much needed break from this site and recenter myself in the real world with people who apparently love me? ![]() I require a break because I need to get my head out of cyberspace...have gotten into that rut with writing. My family doesn't understand me as a writer, but they do require my attention for awhile. It will be good to get back when I have something new to share with my friends here. |
A poem of mine was featured in the poetry newsletter this week and would not have known if ßlυҽყҽʐ ![]() Whaaaaaaaaaaa..... A short story, too? Dang, I got to keep up with these things. I will have to thank the folks for highlighting my works...
My fantasy of wishing I could off the boss for making me jump through all those hoops only to get forced out of my job in the end. |
I need to stop talking to God and start talking to myself. He can't or won't help me. Having doubts about my faith, since I lack the desire for devotion to something that is more of a myth or mystery than real. I believe god is in me and when I find my voice to lead myself out of whatever this is, it's going to be great. I will leave everything in my wake, once I figure out how to get this vessel to float where I desire to drift. Guess I'm still going to church tomorrow. Blame it on my A.D.D. |