Let’s Talk About My Facebook Page

Word Of The Day: Conversation

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I don’t have a lot of friends on Facebook- in addition to that I don’t get a lot of likes or comments unless I post pictures of my dog ( and I don’t get enough of those as far as I’m concerned because my dog is PAWESOME ) oh and if I do that thing where I post pictures of my food- those get a lot of’ likes’ and I still haven’t figured out why that happens, I mean it’s just food on a plate and most of the time I it’s microwaved, but whatever.

I do get drama sometimes. Every once and awhile one of my ‘friends’ torch my posts because I hate Trump and I didn’t like Bernie Sanders- and when I pointed out that both Trump and Bernie’s supporters flame me with the same kinds insults and blinding hatred, that would light my feed up.

Then I put those Trump Supporters and Bernie Supporters in time out and all they see are links to my blog posts. I sort of enjoy doing that but wish I could tell them they’re in Time Out together because I’d bet they’d try to kill each other- you know the way Betta fish do when they as much see each other in separate tanks or their own reflections.

But the one thing I do enjoy about Facebook- is finding the cover picture and profile picture.

I’m proud of my recent effort.

It features New Zealand’s Swim Reaper floating in a pool telling you to stay at home so that you don’t accidently kill somebody with the Coronavirus.

My Profile Picture

I feel like I did something worthwhile with this particular post- I’m not sure who would find it so except for me and my dog ( like I said he is the BEST ) but does it matter when it comes to FB

I think FB posts are like Graffiti For Your Mind- as soon as you put something up, someone else comes along and jams something right on top of it and on it goes.

It’s all white noise.

So I try to make my wall fun, but to be honest most of the time when I look at Facebook I feel like I’m sitting next to some obnoxious motor mouth that I can’t pretend to ignore and they just won’t shut the hell up.

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Say What?

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Putting My Feet In The Dirt July Prompt: #14 Don’t Tell Me It’s Fate

He told her

it was fate

that they were meant to be together

it was Fate that brought them together

it didn’t matter who got hurt, what

was lost, how long it would take to feel the glory

of what they should have had

what they were entitled too have

all along.

She told him

it was Fate

that they shared that kiss in the open

for all the world to see

no matter what anybody thought!

To Hell with them all! She cried

as he gave her his earing

and she gave him her charm,

they should have had this life

they were entitled to this life

all along!

It was Fate! She roared with passion.

One day, Fate watched them both

from her place in the tree

outside of their window

with her murder of crows

fluttering and resting on the branches below her feet.

Fate titled her head and watched his heart stop

Fate watched her trip over his body and sail down the stairs

as she ran for the phone to never ask for help

and Fate said:

” Now THAT was me. ‘

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Bored To Death

RDP SATURDAY: MAGICAL

Abra Cadabra

one, two, three

If I cast a spell and steal a soul

will my world come back to me?

 

Somebody stole it

and took it away

somebody buried it

in an unmarked grave

 

Abra Cadabra

one, two, three

people shouldn’t mess

with devils like me.

 

Abra Cadabra

one, two, three

I have busy hands and sharp little teeth

and I am full of empty spaces just waiting to be filled.

 

Yum.