“I’m not afraid of ugly. Many of the poets I follow paint a picture of the world that is black and red. Not beautiful, but a slap in the face. Screaming wake up. In their posts there is no hate, just truth.”
When I hit follow, I mean it.
Many WordPress users follow blogs simply to get a follow back. To boost their numbers. I understand this. Because it happens to me so infrequently, getting a follower is like a small hit of crack. A rush.
Topping a milestone, 100, 200, etc, is something more. But I don’t really know what because it’s only happened to me once. A few months ago, I bypassed one hundred followers. And I’m now one away from two hundred.
I won’t trade for follows. I don’t want my reader filled with unreadable content. For the most part, I don’t want to read about travel or makeup or restaurants in a city I’m not planning to visit. I don’t want to read about books I’ll never read. Or movies I’m not going to watch.
I want to read about people. I want to read about goals…
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Another great piece of imaginative fiction from author Scott Michael Stenwick.
As an aside, I think this is the first story I’ve ever published anywhere that doesn’t have anything paranormal in it whatsoever, unless you count speculative future technology and a salvaged alien spacecraft. But there are no spells or psychic powers or anything like that, just aliens and tech. Enjoy!
We all could do *much worse than hang out with a Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha. Seem too good to be true, friends? Well, just check it out and you’ll become a believer.
I’m wheeling through the blackness of space, humming to myself in Transcendental Enochian, picking and eating a few stars here, a few asteroids there…I pass by Andromeda and sidle up to her. “Wassap ‘Droms? You wanna merge black holes? Mine is WAY bigger than the other—” she cuts me off with: “Ew—no. Leave me alone Kent. Your galactic spheroids gross me out. I’m gonna go see what Milky Way’s up to.” Andromeda whisks away and I yell out, “Milky Way isn’t even his real name—it’s a porn name! Anyone can see that! He’s gonna leave a mess all over your face, neck, and chest! Geez, how obtuse ARE you??” She raises one of her spiral arms at me and gives me an obscene gesture. Gamora’s boobies, what do I do now? The supermassive black hole at the center of my body is throbbing and it needs to MERGE dammit! The…
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Homage and Salutations to the Wonderous Gift that is Your Body. Read this one and be amazed.
Turning to images this week, over words and this one is a must see from Janet Weight Reed. My favorite colors in watercolor and gouache, and such a lovely, skillful hand in all of it.
Watercolour/gouache“Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful, and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun.” Don Miguel Ruiz