don't cross me in my enchanted garden

blogger has a new interface
to manage your blogs, they have stats
on charts, and tracking devices- things
available already but hidden in the bowels
of the operating system. i'm sure that's
the wrong terminology? but you know
what i mean. the buttons and tool icons
the rollover switch outs, it's like, a.d.d. for writers
and NOT the reverse. when i move the cursor
my writing window shirnks , the icons
are helpfully placed at my elbow, no thank you jeeves
i do not want the time location label stamp even tho i understand
that's the new copyright.

i could switch back but soon that won't be available
either, like the crab rangoon from thai sweet basil--
 it's not in the new owner's recipes.

 might as well learn to live with it.


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oh ch ch ch changes
who was i in a past life? your landlord, your lover
 your sister your mother your brother your wife
mellenial strife.  tell me, was it your religious training
that allows today's ethics? we all get what we deserve
our entitlements the self involved multigames
i love the whole you -are- your- own- universe craze
cuz it's so true,  but who are you.?


:)





what you do even unto the least of these
you do to me--jesus




why isn't that understood? eat the flesh
it's sacrament, drink the blood, sanctified.
but remember that's your skin in the fire.

concept of infinity. the dark dense particle
a mystery unfolding thru   matter einstein's cross
and time for a nap. close the shades,
kiss the shads goodnite