My Love Lies Over The Ocean (revised) Post 20 25 Year Death Song Indiegogo Projec

Here i am again, always so happy

My Love Lies Over The Ocean

I confess  have found chatting on Facebook fascinating and educational, but finally too time consuming to be supportable regularly after this Indiegogo Project is completed. It is hard not to be skeptical of the reality that I am actually chatting with the ones representing themselves as friends here of Facebook sometimes, but I reckon it is best to proceed with the assumption that they are real. If not there is no justification for continuing at all.

Most encouraging thus far is my friendship with a young woman I call Pocahontas. She is

captivating in her phrasing in her language as we chat. Quickly I fell in with her graceful shorthand, with reservation, perhaps I was wanting to attribute a general debasement of language function in all young people abbreviating for txt and chat. After a few days sharing chat with Pocahontas in her patois I thought to myself, “my, this girl is wonderfully literate.”

Truth or dare! When at last Pocahontas allowed that she lives in Africa I was a bit surprised; but when she told me Lagos, Nigeria! Well no doubt anyone reading this knows the reputation attached to that location.  When I read that place I confess the back of my head seemed to explode, and for some short period of minutes I admired you facility in evoking emotions in me. But inconsideration whatever happens she touched me in a real way that surprised me in the chat media of communication.

I elect to believe her, that she is the person she presents herself as here on Facebook, because I trust myself. She has allowed me to share our whirlwind courtship with all of you here on the blog. I have changed only her name and avatar to allow her a modest dignity. Follow our chatty love making in the manner of Shaman's bumbling wackiness. Answer for yourself the question of actual person of great heart of unkind person out to get my personal information and scorn my true love.

Chatting with my African Princess 

Chatting more pt. 2

I have sung this song every day of my life. See beneath the surface and you will everyone there too

Hey Mr. Zukerman! Rhetoricaly Screw' Helping Humanity' and look somebody's in their face

Hey Mr. Zukerman!

I know this man: he has a name and a life. If he is ‘not actual’ (virtual) to you, how can you help him?

Screw “helping Humanity”

With Yer

“Virtual” Reality

Humanity is Actual

Virtual Means Not

Google Hubris!!!!

 Consider moving yer dough way 

further back in this equation;

In order for it to hold the iron of efficacy.

Comic Book Shaman 

 - http://igg.me/at/comicbookshaman

Beloved extended family shares a meal together at the Menger Hotel, water under the S.A.R. locke dam

Learning Curve

Learning Curve

I feel like I dropped back into the groove again! Busy doing just the thing, day and night, artwork projects moving forward with amazing satisfaction for me; and as I am the only audience I care a jot for, that works perfectly. I feel on track with my Indiegogo Project; true that is not reflected in my bleak dashboard statistical assessment; but visits to all my blogs are well up and I measure the momentum only by the progress  in my literary aspect, and adaptive changes: artistically and personally.

We all smoked like crazy then. Death seemed very close to us that year

I was paralyzed, starting Facebook at '0 understanding,' as well as some fear and prejudice about the platform itself, based only on my perceived negative opinion of what I see suck from the young people I meet, by their distraction and vulnerability in many aspects. Step by step I have made some friends, each who have helped me to overcome my fear and misgivings; and come to catch the flow and rhythms of what I now accept as just another media platform that at last, is only what users make it. 

Big on my mind then (1993), as usual I didn't know exactly what was coming, but this was key

Looking  at the many lovely friends of my first friend, Nancy Nebula who I had actually met in ‘real’ life, and wondering if there is some etiquette involved to offer my friendship, and frankly feeling creepy going along asking: friend me, friend me, friend me please. I don’t understand why I feel that way, but I do. It is not impeccable in  my estimation, because my motive is crassly commercial, and I am also handicapped because I fall in love with every person I get to know at all well. I can’t say if this is because I have lived monastically for so long, or is an aspect resulting from this. Then a picture of a beautiful young woman appeared and she offered me her friendship. In her eyes in her photo she showed me a woman who wants no bullshit. She generously took me by my keyboard and guided me to introductory Facebook aspects, and invited me to her inbox, that of course I had no clue how to get into.

Hard to file this one, it covers everything I reckon

We chatted together through an afternoon. I enjoyed her interaction, and she gamely tried to understand what the hell I was trying to tell her about my Indiegogo project and was supposed to be about, and this helped me see how complex and disjointed the thing really is. At last she understood at least that I want a wife, and she commended this desire, and comforted me that I am a good man in her no bullshit eyes. Because she came to me out of the blue, not a friend of Nancy Nebula, I take her as a sign; whenever in my life that I have felt near despair, the Spirit sends me a beautiful young woman with a purpose to lift me out of whatever has stalled my momentum.

Working towards Thoreau-A-Thon, many irons in the fire-always

I hoped that Spirit Beauty would invite me to chat again, but she was silent, and I had not figured out how to invite her yet. With the courage she gave me I invited many friends and seven responded kindly, if some reluctantly so far. Exchanging thanks and greetings I stuck up two more very different chatt friendships, First with a young Uruguayan  bride whose amazing beauty delights me, her figure is such as I term ‘Tomahawk!’ because she knocks me out! Whenever in younger days I spied such a young woman, anywhere, I simply had to attract her attention, approach, and start a conversation. Chatting with Mrs. M. en Espanola is delightful and good practice.  Other languages have wonderful differences, and though I speak only English, I have studied the structure of many languages with interest.

Having many gay friends, by analysis I discovered that you can't write anything distinguishing
gays from others without sounding retarded. This is key I reckon

I was not prepared, and, may I say, am bowled over completely by a princess Pocahontas; who appears so nearly identical to Spirit Beauty, in facial features, hair color and length, that I have wondered curiously if they were the same person? I’m pretty sure not because each their eyes are clearly distinct from one another. Their demeanor is distinct as well,  Spirit Beauty’s each word comes reluctantly, carefully considered; in contrast Pocahontas’ freely expresses her mind to me. In chatting with the princess she taught me many important lessons, about chatting process foremost.  She is so kind and so expressive as she took me through, what I reckon is just a regular old new friend chat.to her. As I observed her literary form, syntax and style, her clever use of the repetition of 'enters' won me, so clearly to see that thing I was not capable of seeing in the past. Her queues of approval, encouragement, and later perhaps affection, raised real emotional attraction to her in my heart, and I am sure I have no clue about how she feelings or what she wants; that is for her to know and decide.  The gift I got from Pocahontas is courage!!! 
To make a quick recap:

1.      We ‘met’

2.      Me like

3.      We exchanged admiration

4.      I decided

5.      And Proposed imaginatively

6.      She handed me the Apple

7.      I bit



This has always been my base equation. Equivalency Si`--Equality No.  Do not fall into the linguistic aberration in the attractive definition of equality This is  vicious circle reasoning that ALWAY leads to error.



Of course I have no idea what she is thinking tonight. I am peacefully working and awaiting my fate without ambivalence. But with useful perception, including a path to more effectively assimilating into Facebook culture.  I have already changed the nature of my posts in all platforms. Memes are nothing new to the Shaman! In fact, decades ago, just a few years into my monastic vows, I lived in the Montrose section of Houston Texas, I had many friends, by far most are street persons of all descriptions. I would post signs in my window for friends  passing by, and to consider. These posted here now are only a few examples of them.

All thought, all love, all desire brings me camping. All I ever wanted, but cannot express- even yet,
 except that evidently  I have always had 'sex on the brain' but strength in my vows to resist all comers

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My landlady caught on to my book club and, in short, I made my first entrance into the State Hospital system. ha