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I need my curser to help me out


I just know if this curser I seem to stare at all day would blink to the rhythm of my i-tunes song that is blasting, I would get much more work done.

Computer Hassles? Phone 13 G-E-E-K

Computer Hassles? Phone 13 G-E-E-K (Photo credit: Jessica.James)

To even increase my productivity and creativity further this would help;

  • clap screen to different faint pantone background colours.
  • threaten me gangster style if i have not typed in over 5 minutes.
  • I would be even more eager to work if my curser was a mini coloured Louis Vuitton purse.
  • squeezing my eyes really tight reacted in the next perfect word to type.
  • a screen wiper freshened my screen by cleaning all the cigarette smoke off after every 3 cigarettes.
  • in a non-computer sounding voice, rather realistic male voice once every half hour told me how gorgeous and talented I was.
  • spell check actually worked.
  • my office chair had bluetooth to my mac and when I try to stand up my mac would say “no more munchies and wine.”
  • a soothing aroma, in a timely matter oozed gently from under my keys when it felt fit.
  • touching my screen with 2 fingers gave me a replacement of 3 minute mirror, not revealing my writing hairstyle.
  • large red WARNING letters flash when I write something stupid [I heard that]
  • when I get a reflection of myself from my screen, it would have really big boobies!
  • that a replica of my hand would come out of my camera hole and give me a slap when I write blogs to write blogs.

 

Any others?

 

Have a great Day!!!!!

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A brothel’s ceiling fan


As my memory rests

I never forget why I loved

They told me innocence will never last

I am 40 something, needing to be hugged

Once drenched in pain

Choked back in childhood

When I would dip my right hand

In that gray flour and its gravity

Love is so rare

A handful of ash holds

The entire worlds weight

I belong a long way from here

Will you plunge through my home door

Announce by dance you are here

Get me tied in a love knot, bitten free

Let’s still get stoned

Show me your veined hands

We’ll play and slumber in my life boat

Only to wake, feeling your breath

On my neck. Don’t tell me I am beautiful, show me

Let me learn from your animistic release

Depend on this breeze, as we do our chemicals

To cease my fear your embrace that seeks to still me

Truth is I need to be inspired and dream of you

It’s true there must be an angel smiling on her face

When she thought up ways to put one on mine

Only in tears though do I speak in the dark

Keep your predatory clench in your powerful jaw

It hurts to eat, so you surrender my needs

Inspiring me, releasing me, strengthening me

Now gathering up moms clothes for the poor

A litter of souls, I love as I was protected

Dreadlocks or crew cuts, i spend with my life

Pleasing up my men, only one broke

Blown open, a girl again for the first time

I listened to the earths heartbeat, finally

I am inspired, everyone I miss left hurt

Some have claimed my heart as theirs

When my last love came, he slid a palm

Across my eyes and lent me his mouth

Laid his head in the middle of me

Bent me, and my face rests on the

Meadow of his chest, again to listen

To the earths heartbeat

I see many windows vacant

No one keeps the brothel‘s ceiling fan

Or the infants mouth sewn shut

Suppose none of us stay in one place long

Last night my dream was so deep

My bed came UNroped from it’s actions

My father in the doorway, dead

Just home from the graveyard shift

Inspired as I possess that brothel’s ceiling fan

It has seen all that I do

It is silent and wicked

I find comport as it has seen worse

It’s blue

My brothel’s ceiling fan

My favorite toy and rhythm

Count its turns, as it drills a new hole

Tragic

Tricks of magic

Mix it

Or magic in tricks

Depending on the gift of its breeze

While doing chemicals

Expired

Piles of condoms

Blue.

My magic brothel fan.


Magic is Free


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Magic is free

I am sure I can taste what a prose could be

Seems anything a dreamer dreams it to be

Such beauty I read in pain

Such inspiration I discover in vain

Magic is free

Do you believe?

You must commit

Or live without imagination

Lock up your child side

And live knowing everything

Has a price tag to it

What is my point?

I point at you

If just once I could wave my wand

To give all of you hope

To share my need inside that breeds

Which must be maintained

Through forgiveness

And yellow marshmallows

Simple see you already know

If all we ever did do

We could change our abyss

With sincerely of being nice to one another

I will not respond to logic

But will respond to magical efforts

Regardless of size

Size I disregard

Critical to remember we do not own time

I know I am not of special status

Yet status and undefined character is special

Pussy willows help also to expose my child

I process things in my mind

Like film before it is developed

I care so little of my labels

But wish to mend yours

I am unaware of your pain at this moment

Then I shall assume nothing but complexity

Our magic awaits a master, a leader

But can only breath with passion and desire

Patti cake Patti cake bakers man

Will you help the most you can?

Patti cake Patti cake bakers man

Open magic and touch who you can

Patti cake Patti cake, your magic awakes

Do you have to define differences between magic and miracle?

Can you let the cards fall where the must?

Do you recognize magic and even seeing it

Do you embrace it?

Is it a trick or illusion

Could there be forms of reality

We may be to fearful to embrace?

I ask you only from my own child

Do we create magic or can it be self reliant

Is magic defined by the importance of it’s stratey?

Maybe it’s shock value

A child starves to death

magic or miracle?

A child lives

Miracle or magic?

Must I define and categorize everything two 2 only explanations?

Imaging a world now, where I choose to reside

Aware of power and magic

Operating as second nature

If you live through all the pain

You will be gifted with this inspiration

You mock me but read

Why the secret when we all got made the same?

There are buckets of melting snow in the garage

Are you a remedy?

Collapse the facade and release your magic

I have and am no longer bitter, just better

I hate repetitive explanations just as here

If you will not be open to a dimension of magic

You shall never grow, reveal nor change

Your words of methods show

scepticism doesn’t last long they say

It will come out of you if you give it time

Your still asleep and that’s okay

your just accumulating more magic

The strongest magic of all

To ammend past judgements

and forgive ones received

magic


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