the duce
so, this is long over due. i been here a while now.
funny story of how i got here in fact.
this guy came into my life a few years back.
wanted to rise people up.
a bit of a bottom dweller, like myself. difference was,
he had financial backing, but shunned it.
shunned it is a harsh term. i mean left the life.
he was the black sheep, the outcast.
but we'll get back to him a bit later.
like the elusive man in black
he is sought, seldom found.
ive lived on struggle street. many times.
seems every town has one.
the low income people.
the boozers. the druggos.
i wasnt one of those.
but that was the consensus
of the sheep-le
( ill explain sheeple later,
but its pretty self explanatory)
sorry, i digress a lot. in ye olde days it was called "sit DOWN!!"
now i think they call it A.D.D./ADHD/BLAH
we have adapted though. (as a race i mean)
multi inputs are a thing these days.
we are constantly required
to be 'of the multi-task'
like, right now, what are you doing?
probably have tunes on, thinking of a blog.
maybe looking over at your phone. or tablet.
or ip(O/A)d.
some other device?
ponders invention dares not mention for fear of intellectual theft
hell, just typing whilst thinking about it might have seeded some.
anyways so back to me.
i like to philosophise. bit of a ponder pony.
keen on the old poetry. love me music.
which is basically poetry, with a few friends.
cant draw for shiete. those black and white things
i posted for the B&W photo challenge
i done though. but are all straight lines.
hardly hard work. the photographed ones took maybe an hour
to think, and render. the other that u can see was done on
pc took maybe 15 min total, to grid,
draw, fill.
dunno, not keen on the digi format of them. seem too crisp.
probably the fade. the greyscale.
shrug
still, digression.
im like the bumbleebee in transformers one.
thankyou, thankyou very much
am the mimic.
i can repeat
the learns
ive learned
of life.
i struggle with the 'orriginal concept'
but give me a broken 'xyz' and i'll find a way
to make it better. or at least functional.
thats what struggle street taught me.
the stuff people throw out...
'one mans trash . . .
and all that such.
currently riding a $1300 mountain bike, that had 2 broken spokes, and a bald tyre.
which i repaired off a 2nd bike of similar price, with a broken seat.
i think i picked up $600 worth of bike that day, if i were to spend maybe $50,
in parts i didnt already have.
contemplating a steemit garage sale.
wonder if it'd take off.
or... oooh.... steembay ;)
yep, u heard it here first folks :D
garage sale token
or some'n like that
anyways, dun out
ps, check out my rambles.
pps, once i can afford some stable internet,
i'll try get some dtubes up.
anyways, peace out.
