We’re Friends

IF YOU’RE READING THIS

Virtual.  Digital.  Real.  As Real Gets.

Writers, Bloggers, Yodi.  Dubya Pea Acquaintances.

Buddies.  Besties.  Buddhas.

… Cool Bloggy Fellows Of The Esteemed Mutual Admiration Society.

 

AND, YOU ADORABLE CREEPERS

Okay By Me … Voyeur You?

“Creep On, Creepin’ On My Back Door.  Open Book.  Read On.  Find Whatcha Looking For?”

Hey, Even Haters Are Welcome …

Nope.

 

BLOG-SCAPING

I’m Lightening Up The Load.  Thinning The Herd.  Culling The Non-Essential.

“If We Don’t Dig Each Other’s Words, Then We Probably Won’t Click (Punny Bastard).”

So, I’m Unfollowing Dozens of Blogs.  Read Me, Read You.  Either Way, Let’s Make Way.

“If It Hasn’t Happened Yet, We’re Not Right For One Another, Darlings.”

 

DO I READ EVERYTHING?

And Everyone (I Follow) … All The Time?

Sure …  I Wish.  100% Of The Time, 60% Of The Time.  I Try.

“Hell, Its Obvious I Don’t Read My Own Crap!”

… Before Posting.

 

I DO READ

The One’s I Comment On, And A Bunch Of Other One’s I Adore.  Lots And Lots And Lots.

Many Inspire.  Wow Me.  Stitches of Laughter.

“And, Damn, I Promised Myself I Wouldn’t Cry …”

But You Did, You Did, You Did.  Crying Is Cool.

 

AWESOME SAUCED WRITERS

How’d You Get So Bloody Good?

“Dubya Pea Is Filled With Wickedly Talented Minds.”

Smarty Pants SOB’s.  Creative Juicers.  Jiminy Cricketeers.

… Respect, Deeply Madly On Y’all.

 

I FEEL WELCOMED

Perhaps, Not Always Understood … 

Hey, But That Curdled Sh!t’s All On Me, Right?

“If I Haven’t Written It Well – Or It’s Too Cryptic – Or Not Mind-Worthy.”

Then I Suck – And – I Blow.  So, I’ve Got That Going Nicely For Me.  I Can Teach You.

 

WHAT’S THE MATTER?

I Want This Blog To Matter A Little …

Not To Everyone.

To Those Whom Matter.

… And, Just The One.

 

I GET LOST WHEN I SHOULD’VE GOT LOST

Writing Things I Regret …  

Words Played Wrong.

Never Meant to Hurt.

… I Am Sorry.

 

THOUGHT ABOUT TURTLING

Closing Kuched …  

I Was Done.

Came Undun.

… I’d Had Enough of Me Being Me.

 

SPELL IT OUT

Writing – For A Spell – Had Become Just That And Only That …

A Spell I Cast Upon Myself.

Felt Like Penance.  For What?

No More.  Done There.

 

KEEPING ON

Wherever This Takes Me – Us – On A Journey … 

No Destination Required: Whenever – If Ever – We Get There.

Is This It?

… Here & Now.

 

WINDING DOWN ON 2019

Appreciate The Good Souls I’ve Met Here …

“Here’s A Little Something Special I’ve Been Saving For You, From Needy Me.”

You Can Open It Now (Down Below).  Or Save It For A Couple Weeks (Stop Reading Now).

It Won’t Go Bad.  You Have My Word.  And, Everything Else.

 

DON’T NEED

Thousands of Followers – Not Even Hundreds – Or, Dozens …

“But, I Do Need You.”

Thanks For Keeping Me Around.  No Walking Alone.

With Love.

– Kuch

 

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