Real People Are Turning Their Accounts Into Bots On Instagram — And Cashing In
Real People Are Turning Their Accounts Into Bots On Instagram — And Cashing In
It’s s sad; sad world. Makes you wonder if this is commonplace on Tumblr as well…
April 2018
small request
I am experimenting with using pictures instead of plain text for my poetry postings on Tumblr. The main reason being the never-ending text formatting issues on Tumblr and the restricted tweet size on Twitter.
The pictures will be automatically generated for the format to be consistent in all posts. I have already made a few postings and would like some feedback on the current format. Font / font size / decoration … good? bad? I already know the content needs improvement 😉 but feedback on the aesthetics would be much appreciated. Send me a message or leave a note on a post if you prefer.
Cheers!
a morning like many others
Mirror, mirror, face anew
Upon blue skies an eye of
gold,
Mirror, mirror, face awash
Renew this day my lust for
life,
Mirror, mirror, face of old
Those fading eyes seen much
and more,
Mirror, mirror, faceless fool
Prepare thyself for your darkest
thoughts
Craving No More
The little boy in a candy store
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving more
The young man in a public house
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving more
The old man in a bottle shop
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving more
The ghost of a man at heavenly gate
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving no more
sailing in silence
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silence. stirring. silence … silence.
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“ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE…”
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and it never became more than a monologue, even if the stage at times were filled with ghosts of those that I abhored …
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To count the ages, a single hand did not suffice, I used my two and then broke off; two thumbs and a bird in flight.
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It became apparent; to those that cared to read; I had come the full circle; I had sailed the seven seas.