You know you want to, but could you?

 

Yes, you want to, but could you? Would you even get past their security team, let along kicking the butt of the hardly dry behind the ears, programmer who does not relish your conservative posture. Just like Tuesday, I guess it was Tuesday, don't rightly know as I went to bed and didn't wake up until just a few centons ago. Only then because I needed food. Two slices of pizza, and to work here at Dispatch. Any mile, so tother day I after trying to get the site to load, I flat deactivated my account with ole Twitter, and don't intend to reactivate it again, at least not real soon. Why? All you see, are pages, and pages, of porn both hard core as well as soft but still porn. And talking like a drunken soldier. This kind of chatter is not I really don't think, is being uddered from the lips of no woman. If it  is, a she it's being barked by a female that surely forgot she is she. Course now days, whose to know? People just messing around with their gender. No wonder God our Father in Heaven is pissed. Leave Godly things to God, and be content, that is what it is.

Sorry getting off vector here. Yet, you want to just take a journey, to San Fran, walk into Twitter, then Facebook, then and only then, walk into Google's HQ, take a piece of lumber and plant that big stick right the side of those idiots, in those places. Thing is, could you? Would you get past the security cop, with that wooden attitude adjuster? Don't know but I'd surly love to try. 

Of course, there's the local tech crowd. Hey, I'm not paying a heap amount for internet, but couldn't White Cloud Communications, do a bit better on mbps and bandwidth? I remember not too many years ago, whilest I was residing, in Evanston Wyoming. The telecom there AllWest, I thought was below parr. Except compared to White Cloud, they were light years 

beyond White Cloud, and that was fiber over copper. But it's like one of their techs said tother day, we can do that, just show us the money. Such is life and then you die. Or Do you? How do or would you know if you died? 

The lack of breathing? The silence? Now this may come as a shock to some of ya'll, but I can still remember, albeit just little bits, but the big wreck, I had when I was just 16-1/2. I remember smokies lights in the rear view, and waking up a month later, in St. Al's ER, in Boise, wanting food. The in between I conversed with our Savior, his assistants, and all. I know it was the prayers of two missionaries, from Hazzard, that brought me through that, some days I'd like to know is why? That said, I do remember. I bring this up, as I eavesdropped on the fuzz radio, of some teen, who wanted to jump off this 3rd rock from our solar star, by consuming, a bottle of hand sanitizer. I can think of a better way of kicking the bucket. All hand sanitizer would do is make you terribly wasted, and two being very sick to your stomach. 

Next Entry; Me and Emmy Picasso. 

Until then: