Your mind is still weird
Can your bubble pop
Stop and sing a while
Perhaps a slavery spiritual
Then in the cave
In the deepest dark
A faight light is lit
Expanding till the wall shines
Everyone smile
It is penguin time!
So you say:)
Your mind is still weird
Can your bubble pop
Stop and sing a while
Perhaps a slavery spiritual
Then in the cave
In the deepest dark
A faight light is lit
Expanding till the wall shines
Everyone smile
It is penguin time!
Say something Smarco,
Being a blogger is not always amazing fun. I am at a loss of words today for example, oh well. Some things in life are hard to swallow, like trolls, oh well. Maybe some psychological hot sauce might have them taste better. When I say troll I mean people who say hurtful things to nice people who want to do good in various ways. People who would get upset if I had two bottles of hot sauce when they already have two of their own. People who basically see life as a war on all. Yet there is obviously a huge amount of such people. I can comfortably say no to that, and am uncomfortable pretending like we just have a tiny tiny problem here. Egad!!!!
Holy cheese Batman!
To turn me more into a Saint, add to my two Saint names,
my last name which is guttman, which is both German and Jewish, plus means goodman! Whew!
I remain agnostic, but there must be something out there. If there is a God I think he is like a child's teddy bear or doll in reverse order. We get that kind of love.
my last name which is guttman, which is both German and Jewish, plus means goodman! Whew!
I remain agnostic, but there must be something out there. If there is a God I think he is like a child's teddy bear or doll in reverse order. We get that kind of love.
Oh God this PHD person is doing a weak job at expaining how to write very well!!!
I will try to add to what he is saying:
Firstly there are many "Rules" to good writing not just two or three big rules.
Secondly a writer needs a desire or stimulus to create good writing, but the writing can come from deep within. Thinking too hard can stifle the creator.
Thirdly It helps that there are characters in it that we feel for or about with personalities that seem real and convincing even if they are talking bunny rabbits.
Forthly don't worry about if you are smart enough or great enough, so don't compare yourself with others.
Lastly just do it, do it more than you talk about writing, or figuring this or that. Don't beat yourself up when you are unhappy with your work. Rewrite, edit and play with things, try and try again, it is all good as long as you aren't stuck in the rut rust! And write when your mentally most able to when getting unstuck is the easiest when thoughts flow best.
Firstly there are many "Rules" to good writing not just two or three big rules.
Secondly a writer needs a desire or stimulus to create good writing, but the writing can come from deep within. Thinking too hard can stifle the creator.
Thirdly It helps that there are characters in it that we feel for or about with personalities that seem real and convincing even if they are talking bunny rabbits.
Forthly don't worry about if you are smart enough or great enough, so don't compare yourself with others.
Lastly just do it, do it more than you talk about writing, or figuring this or that. Don't beat yourself up when you are unhappy with your work. Rewrite, edit and play with things, try and try again, it is all good as long as you aren't stuck in the rut rust! And write when your mentally most able to when getting unstuck is the easiest when thoughts flow best.
Hard as it was the stupidity rubble was cleared...
Stupid stuff had done a lot of collecting
And passed off as just less smart
We all wonder about some errors
The costs of folly
How big someone can really be
And the lack of things
The mind can eat upon
Humanity left wondering
As if the facts are lost now
In the act of forgetting
The fog arrives
We blur
We blur
As does the world
Unexamined.
And passed off as just less smart
We all wonder about some errors
The costs of folly
How big someone can really be
And the lack of things
The mind can eat upon
Humanity left wondering
As if the facts are lost now
In the act of forgetting
The fog arrives
We blur
We blur
As does the world
Unexamined.
There is a bridge to my heart
As we all do
Building bridges
Creating walls
Connecting dots
And then find
Your navel
Some purple lint
Staring at your reflection
The mirror is something
And so is your rocky road ice cream
The missing marshmallows
And memories going back
That zap you good
That zap you good
And you return to this moment
With yourself.
Building bridges
Creating walls
Connecting dots
And then find
Your navel
Some purple lint
Staring at your reflection
The mirror is something
And so is your rocky road ice cream
The missing marshmallows
And memories going back
That zap you good
That zap you good
And you return to this moment
With yourself.
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