Author name: Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.

Don’t just accept the new Terms of Service

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Tumblr’s at it again, thanks to the new European Privacy Laws. There’s probably nobody who will read this, but it pissed me off so much that I decided to make a post about it. (Ignore the weird language mish-mash, depending on your country the language might differ.)

OK, so many of us get this screen when we try to access our dash:

Realise how the ‘OK’ button is a nice, attention-grabbing blue? If you’re like me, you’re not exactly into reading a 100 pages document and tend to just click it.

My tip? DONT. Instead click on ‘Manage Options’ right next to it:

Now you’ll see this page:

Still pretty harmless, right? That ‘Accept’ button is looking really attractive right now. Instead, click on Verwalten (Probably something like ‘Manage Options’ or something in english) and you’ll get to this page:

Now that’s not too bad, right? I just switched all the buttons to ‘off’, because I’m jealously guarding my personal information and don’t want Tumblr to go off and do who knows what with it. Looks like we’re done! But wait: There’s a SHOW option.

When we click on that one, what we will get is this:

A HUGE list with OVER 300 ENTRIES of companies that can use your data by default if you’d just clicked ‘OK’ on that very first page. Coincidence that this list is hidden that much? Me thinks not. They’re all switched on by default, but I am still a petty bitch that doesn’t want to give out her data, so I switched them all off. All 300+ of them. There is no option to switch them all off at once, and even if you disable all the options above, the companies are still switched on.

(If you wonder how i got that number, I copied the list into excel and looked at the cell number. No way am I actually counting all those entries)

A slightly more informative post about the new privacy settings 🙂

New privacy settings…

I just went through the new privacy settings controls here at Tumblr… they are selling us to an awful lot of advertisers but fortunately you can turn of the advertisers you don’t want to be sold to.

I turned off all of them

Yesterday I met…

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The Sun, it revealed itself in full glory
as it came out from behind the
clouds. A warm and friendly face that
made me blush by its naked power 

The Bird, it flew in through the patio
door and hid in my cealing light. 
Frightened without a doubt from a 
fight with a neighbour’s cat

The Cat, it came in through the front 
door as I tried to help a frightened 
Bird. Escape now Birdy! I said to no 
avail; then chased the Cat to far away, 
before the Bird would depart my lair

The Friends of old, that time again 
with a night of social interactions and 
spicy food on top of the agenda

The Curry Man, so oft in favour did fail 
this night to properly deliver. The food 
was wrong and the service failing, 
how was it that Pilau was Plain and 
Plain … some other …

The Bar Maid, serving up the sweetest 
of nectar, too sweet for my liking, so 
sweet was her grace. I longed for 
some hops but sobriety desired, the 
forecast was wet but I needed dry in 
all possible ways

The Clouds, hiding in the darkness of 
the night, not showing any signs of 
leaking as we departed the pub. 
Tricksters! not letting go until the end. 
So close to home; so close to bed; but 
oh so drenched; so soaking wet


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Forgive Us

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The Earth is bleeding
    Fissures, the crust breaking 
    Blood seeping, slowly 
        weakening 
    The Mother
The Earth is bleeding
    No plaster will suffice,
    A day not far from now 
    the bearded goat will show
    To re-open the Hell’s door
The Earth is bleeding
    Let
    Us
    Pray
    For 
    Healing


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F.U.keyboard.

Why can’t the keyboard know when
I intend to use it’s and when I really
want an its? I’m convinced it’s
fucking with me on purpose

Time is relatively absolute

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The experience of time for a fly
in relation to that of a; let’s say;
ant, must be in the region of 
Wow! The fly is here, there and
everywhere, all at once and never
found again. The ant is here and 
then not as my clog tumbles when
I retake my position as master of
the sun lounger. The rest of the day,
my time, will be absolutely spent on
the relative questions of life, it’s
purpose and the never-ending 
struggle with planning my next
future…


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Waffling

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Even If, which is different from
Uneven If like pancakes differs from
waffles, is a start to a sentence that
will be really hard to finish, sensibly


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Perhaps leaving it to myself,
to fend my own corner, was 
a mistake. Time will tell, some 
would say, but I know the time
is running out; and with that 
the answer seems irrelevant


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As the clouds start rolling in
I wonder if life will ever be
More than just waiting for
That final heartbeat and 
What that might feel like


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Was there ever punishment, a cane 
slicing through the air, and
tears

Was there ever punishment, a hand
grasping too hard, and 
fear

Was there ever punishment, in truth
without a crime
commited 

Was there ever punishment, or
were these mere fantasies, 
memories corrupted by
age and a mind deluded
by their conceit


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