I tell this hp computer that I want to chat but it doesn’t answer.

Maybe I need to give it a name. Computer, I dub thee Frankie.

Now no one will know if you’re male or female, or maybe

transgender. The problem with “Transgender” is (if that’s

important to you)  you don’t know for sure which way they

started out–an innie or an outtie.  This blog is going to make

folks run for the hills, and I defnitely don’t want to lose my

follower!

 In real life you can tell who’s popular and who’s not.

If you’re at a cocktail party and everyone’s crowding around

you, you’ve got it made. But if you’re “on line” or “in line” it’s

all so public, your humiliation. And talk about bragging! My

land, doesn’t everybody brag tho–right up front!  “I have 1,280

followers”;  “I’ve had 31,000 visits ” So nyaanh nyaanh.

 They may as well just come out and say it “My community’s

bigger than yours is. My community’s better than yours!”  Even

the selection of photos of community members are chosen

for celebrity power (or cleverness or good looks.)

 So far this has been a monologue, and I see my follower

wandering down my list of those I follow. It’s true their blog

names are a bit  more enticing or seductive  (Miserable old bat’s blog,

Juliet Naked, or Bring Me the Head of David Dixon, as

opposed to nanmykel.com.) I mean, using my own name

would be okay if I were Betty Grable or Madonna or Vladimir

Putin.  Just think of that!  I wonder if it’s too late to change?

‘Til next time I’m feeling lonely and talkative…

Vladimir

Isn’t there enough stoney

lifelessness pelting like hail,

chasing children  down alleyways,

too scared to scream, safety’s lap now

gone, a void, missing, but where?

Pulling that tooth for no reason,

sandpapering the old child’s heart,

spoonfeeding loss?  Alas.

For Dverse  6/3/2016