Writting on This Blog

is weird. I realized I have a follower today which is cool cause i don't know her. I don't know how she came to follow me. I have many followers on Twitter, that's probably a good source. Its funny the difference in the dynamics of the people I have as friends on Facebook versus the people who follow me, & I likewise back, on Twitter. Some relationships on Twitter are one-way but they are fine in that balance.

There is a balance in the way these relationships exist that don't exist on Facebook. On Facebook everyone has a voice (Status Update) and not everyone chooses to use it. There are other means by which to talk to your friends: Their wall, and that has a friendship too. Sometimes closer than that of a message in ones Inbox or the simple existence of the friendship itself. I have many friends, lesser so on Twitter- which in my attempt to acquire more have resulted in lesser desirable friends, the ones you make fun of for saying some things that are deemed ignorant in Today's Society.

I don't mind their existence but on a content based site, such as Twitter, it is hard to accept that what they have to say is in someway, right or correct. Crazy people saying crazy thing makes for patience and understanding in what each is trying to convey in the friendship.
 On Twitter though, you have the option of not hearing it. You can, if you want, choose to not see what that person has to say. It isn't as offensive as perhaps removing someone as a friend on Facebook. But Facebook is cool too. This isn't a shit on Facebook time. This is a I'm cooler on Twitter time.

I found out the other day, that I was a Hummingbird, whatever that means. I like being a hummingbird. At least then, I don't have the pressure of maintaining the persona of a Bald Eagle. They are scarce in their existence and they feel the need to continue where they are, Strong and Ready strike. On Twitter you choose not to follow them, and on Facebook you exist as they exist. The friendship is mutual. Friends in common that you share serve the great connection of being in the same group of friends. But what happens when the group decreases to not include you anymore, or what if you wanted to leave the group of  friends from which others were mutual. There is little you can do about it. For some people this seem fair or ethical. But for most, for those few who don't get along with the rest of the birds, it poses a threat or problem. If you are a private kind of bird, your messages are private to a friend on Facebook, and similarly if your relationship calls for privacy on Twitter you can make what you say and see, not viewable to the world;

((I wander what would happen if i did that... with my friends currently, it would be more fun to make my twitter private cause they could see this... and decide whether they would be interested enough. O yeah that's why I wrote this originally. I wanted to go get friends on Twitter and shit got crazy. You can see for yourself if I choose to allow you to follow me! WHAT makes no sense. I wont privatize my Twitter. That's for gooks. Those extinct bald eagles))

But some don't need the privacy. Some dont care if they are seen or not. The world forgets, pretty quickly and on a time-line so short- who are we?, if we are choosing to make our time in life, private. Sketchy busiNAZz...YOooooo SO Oooooo ROooo

Signed,

Retired Intellect

Death

My Grandfather died today. Hmmm what does that mean besides that he died? The last time this happened to someone I was close to, I made such meaning of it, that it distracted what I was able to do, what I thought, what I knew was true about the world. Not this time. You were strong. You will live, as long as you didn't sell your sell you will be fine. That I'm sure you didn't do cause you Aint had nothing but love for everyone. Miss you Calvin. Have fun playing in the heavens and if you can, fill me in on some of the secrets of life. Ill need the advice! Shit no wander yesterday was so weird and today so wonderful. Yesterday I went to bed at like 10... which is impossible, and woke up at 7, cleaned my room, made myself breakfast, and then went on with my day. One of such progress, I wouldnt have believed it if i didnt see for myself.

Dont Cry for Mother Nature when she makes her harsh decisions.

Do's

I dont do bugs
but i do do grass.
I dont do butt
but i do kick ass
I dont walk around
with my tongue
out my mouth.
But i would
like some braces
for my teeth.

Dogs

They're just
So fun.

Freedom

Back to gray
Fade away
  no time to work
  no time to play
  no time to eat
  no time to sleep
  no time to weep
  no time to breathe
No time- just- nothing you ever wanted to do.

Family

Linked.
Tightly Together
L o o s e l y   C O N N E C T E D
Just be conistent and family like.
Life is all about what you eat for breakfast
and if it aint with the family-
 its not.

Time

So much to say.
So little time-
to make a way, of all this
hay ha nonsense.

No senses
to sense all the time slots.
Or times not had- not sad,
but glad-

You didn't say too much.

Knots

What happens to the world
when something OK is no longer not?
I timed it. Its decay
and we are all tied in knots.
Knots that never start.
Knots that never end.
Knots that just began
and knots that have always been.

Bums

To trouble,
to please,
to get on your knees.
To beg
and he said,
"You have more than enough. Can I have just a bit"
While I calculate-
I say to myself-
this is too much work.
So I continue on my walk, to the places I must obey.
And when I return, I bet hell still be there-
Richer than I.

Life

Here is Life-
Plain- non-existing- Mundane.
Woumbs to rooms
and more rooms.
Then one more-
till its yours.
Explore Explore the limits-
but no more-
than you can handle-
and no more-
than whats been given.

Sorry if this isnt enough but you have no rights to complain.

You see- all of this be in the hands of some kids in Africa.

Now here- be cheer and do that explore tour.

O YEAH! That there house... is all yours.

Facade

Gold and Gray.
They just dont match-
Except:
 on a lamp
   or a pillow
     or a patch
 of carpet
   on the floor-
where the wane didn't add.
Who knows if its bad?
When everyone is so glad.
To be here.

The Line

The best breaking line-
Separating the best of breaking time.
Never too thin.
Never too wide.
Just a little too tight.

The Fight

Black as old as White-

yet we all get into this fight.

Of how-

Things were better 

How-

Things were better then

Remember that time back in...

No way to say when is the best day to be Gray

July 5th

The humans shuffle by

to grab their glass of wine.

Much to their surprise, there is very little time.

The works have just begun, but for a minute-

then their done.

It awakens the drunken crew,

instructing what to do.

The wine will do its job

and we will do ours.

-continues and then done- no one never won. fun fun fun 

yet Sally on the road never got to anyone- 

or home for that matter.

Artists

Artists are illustrators, 

Illustrating 

Illustrations;

on the illest of straight lines.

Overtaking and mistaking the mind.

No time- to rewind and deny. 

Everything is fine.

This is how they wanted it-

Calvin Swint