(Not so) Daily Dabble: Life Vs Death (according to GoogleQween)

Generation Y was once describe as the creators Generation because of the amount internet content. For example Myspace, Wikiapedia, Youtube...don't get me started. Funny thing is most of these creations never will be finished...

     Kinda: Myspace was forgotten about, all those dating sites you don't check anymore, EVERY TIME you make a profile YOU  CREATE  MORE OF THE INTERNET everyday!!!!!!

But that's not necessarily a bad thing..... There is such a thing as MyDeathspace.com. It used to be just the "myspaces"es of Dead People.... BUT THEY WERENT DEAD sites. A really smart guy once said this would happen and called it an EXO-SELF. What really happened was whenever one of there friends missed them or something like that they would tell them... They would CREATE another part of our VIRTUAL REALITY. What I believe to be "OUR" collective conscience....... so if it's there you had, have and will always (as long as the internet lives.... it will i'll do that post later) influence in this world. There for have a life after death.... (like why pagan story where about heros.... they left a mark and they believed this is all we got)



MY POINT IS: why on earth would you ever TAKE DOWN something you've done on the internet? And even if you did would you be sure you couldn't access it anyway all this shit is cached (lovely lovely google!!!)


LASTLY WATCH THIS VIDEO I FOUND HERE (they didn't have a link)

It's an INTERNET MAP.... i believe it might the closest things to showing how many people on earth and how much there doing as once.... kinda like a census!

LIKE I CANT READ MOST EVERYONE LIKE A BOOK!!

I wish I knew how to explain to everyone that I'm their side, That I'm going to try my hardest (even if it hurts me) to hurt them the least bit possible. I'm tired of explaining myself. Of giving all of my self that wont even give them self that much. I have relapsed into my doodling and reading: hiding from reality the best way i know how. Even as I produce and influence daily I still feel hollow and desperate for my own self approval. People keep telling me that "They know what I'm doing; you don't have to pretend to be happy". I never thought i was pretending before unless I was actually putting a conscious effort forth. Fuck, I was happy in foster care, even in the most tiniest of ways. So how could people assume im not happy now? do you think it's possible to be frustrated but ultimately happy at the same time? Why do people keep lying to me and themselves and the world? right in front of me? LIKE I CANT READ MOST EVERYONE LIKE A BOOK!!

and all of this would usual stay in my head but the hunger games book series is filling me with new belief in my own words ultimately empowering my action and myself....

ichingonline.net

You are about to experience a rebirth -- about to be given another chance, a new lease on life.
You have persevered, gone the distance through an entire cycle -- through the Spring of hope or new passion, through a Summer of growth and building, only to be sacrificed like the archetypal Harvest King at the Autumn reaping.
You lie dormant like seed beneath Winter snows now, healing and absorbing new energies in preparation for the new young Spring coming shortly to your life.

Occupants in Tents!!

Occupants in Tents!!

A movement, A conundrum, under-come more than one nation. Now I'm undone from this expansive EX*PLA*NAN*DUM.... & I have none of an explanation! Strange to see a stranger spanging an estranged senator. Stranger still: willed a soul sleeps famed the store door still. That soul had goals now no more: once in reach there un-revealed -shunned -unwon -TAKE your hand the cards where already deal'd.

A Paradox as a pair of cops dare to watch as that sad soul gets mocked... ALOT...  NON_stop-O-clOcK... what have they forgot the power of their hidden gun shots. Comparable to hott shots  their comparison he's just human live stock.

In-Evit-Able the psycho-babble pilled high by the in-dell-iable Skeletal frame. What a SHAME, look so pure; what became of a no-name babe. Once so supple now suckles streets puddle. NOW he's Tucson's trouble? If'n this deadbeat you did greet.. meet.. Could your concerns consider his eat -his feet -his Defeat! Could you see more of him and less concrete. "DISGUSTING" can't you be discrete? How dogged are the downtrodden by the ubber elite? What? No charity... into incomplete tweets, mindlessly mistreat & repeat!

Congrats! to the cats who kindly killed camelot. Lost last when they forgot the last sir Lancelot. True-tried: the mass of tag-a-longs. True Leaders belong, wronged when over shot & the feelings they afford fixes an after forget-me-not. A Fucking Forced story believed then bleed in to our after thoughts.... 

I've never known a sword or stone or seen a fairy. Magic still minds me to the contrary. Consumed, moved, mazed/Influence wary! Proved that when truths viewed your view a Visionary. Trouble torn; trite tittle-tattle: a round battle not table. Perfect Circle: Pluperfect! Shared power is a Fable?

occupytucson

Love Left to Last

 

Thoughts that taunt the 

nights we'd touch (in) mid dark...

Seriously seeking (while he would be spleeping) 

for something seemed a spark, Or rather

a rare flicker? Sex should simply

be simpler!

Impulse Induced: Indulgance

in an instant. Yet still I insist:

"could it be this quick?"

Start: Entrance/ In trance...

Again I'm in this dance.

Surely secured sustenance;

Gone away to this Lonliness.

Now all I have is Hope of a chance.

"Is this?"...oops... gone in a glance.

This second, your presense is 

present; Readily it's replaced

for a place in my past (as good

as steady) Please, teddy, a bit

longer. A tad stronger...

Learning a Love left to Last!

(Not so) Daily Dabble: everyday I'm Shufflin!

This is in reponse to not-so-daily-dabble: hustle vs shuffle:

Young Mook and I

To make Mr. Manager happy: Young Mook and Rico!

fucking face book

A game of tag and catchup.... (suesical)

   We're starting last to first.... PIMACOUNTY MAPGUIDE MAP.... if like me you want to know where your turds go, who cleans the plumping and your pay pays the bill in tucson now you can do it at the convience of seneroy killing patterns lines depths dops and titles... lol! 

  I have been searching for this map for a year straight after a wyrd turn of events in the ealry eve of interwebbing i happened acrossed this treasure trove! enjoy im making this a tab on GoogleQween home page!



NEXT i hate hate hate HATE LOATH ENTIRELY THIS WHOLE OLD MAC NEW FLASH PLAYER BUT opps sorry tooo lazy to linger on LOUD LETTERS! continuing on- no one seems to care or have a solution ... COME on techno geeksters where is your groove. I wish i had to gear to solve this delema but due to dire situation and a DRAMATIC change in EVERYTHING i have succommed to a "google-machine"  . nice. sweet. simple. sweet mother of all things good it has to happen!

unfortunately i have not the attention span to find the first of where i last left off so, sorry to leave you left with wanting (suesical)

omg omg omg they updated....... =p

(Not so) Daily Dabble: Searched

one, i want to start doing what I'm calling the (Not so) Daily Dabble: where i will rant muhahaha... welcome to the first edition :3

Two, TalKATive Talent is really taking off... If you haven't seen it i have a link up ^^THERE^^ click it. So far i have only done two pieces and one of them was free; Even though I'm handing out free art, people still aren't bitting!  I have to practically beg to let me do the art to begin with. (I still have artwork I made for An Artist that I'm pretty sure he doesn't want)

Three, Much like yesterday's post I am doing quite random of things because I haven't hacked Photoshop yet. There for, I have been wasting my time and downloading torrents that literally take hours to complete. Today I decided to network TalKATive Talent on FB's "Networked Blogs" (which is a pretty decent little App) and to search myself (and other people i know) on Google (and other search engines {yes the Google Qween uses other engines... =p}). I do this quite often because I have seen Google destroy people's opportunities... e.i. The Power of Google! Point being: I noticed something... For being a prime example of what demographers refer to the younger generations as: a "Content Creator", I still have little no hits when searched online =}=}=}=}=}

Lastly, my favorite find when i searched myself was this "Tag Cloud" box that i couldn't figure out ( much less want to) where it was getting its data but the only two words that were associated with myself where Katita and Eclipse. Not to mention the only other out of place thing i saw was OF COURSE The Pocono Record:{..I will be forever haunted (Assholes)

Live Note taking!!!!!!!

I'm not a guitarist or a bassists but i know that this was a combat of notes or chords and their eyes the strategists. sound combat. Tonight's Jam Session/ Practice/ Audition of ALWAYS ENSLAVED made me have a new appreciaction for metal or whatever that is that they play... how's that for vague journalism.... these guys rock
    murderholic....a perfect title for black death metal behemoth... do you think itds funny if think of that we're from a little town. expressing all kinds of genres... confussed when i asked them their genre... they know how to react with each other. others standing around smiling as the hit it "right on"... im not sure how to explain it better than lingo.

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Preston joins in in the lobby of the ARTFARE building (also known as the Arizona Hotel)... I should start Representing them... This has now become a experimental swirl of music unknown to me except maybe some hard drugs and Jerry Garcia!!!!!!!!

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21st Oct. the ROCK the battle of the bands

arivaca poems= gibbery mush.

from the begining i dreamt of winning but to get there i refrained from sining. took in and that sent me behind. the others left in that better line far back in my mind. i dreamt of fast forward and remembered rewind. stop. paause; thinak and listen. and maybe hit play. thrice in a while i remember those days. i was bold, a bit brilliant in all my odd ways. When introduced to the cultral haze, it turned me round on to this ethical maze. all roads i've been blazin, People's ways i've been gazin. In no place i've been stayin. With mistakes; i constantly weight in cuz i make them.

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