DO YOU HAVE ANY FOLLOWERS? Or was it Just ME that only follows a FEW choice and under slow'n Jobs against cheer?

uess'n that that title up there bee'tz all I have for now. Not knowing when or if your blog ever hits pay dirt is not a problem. Maybe the overly longish run-on bees a challenge for your eyeballs to endure the link too long to getting til a point beez made...
Maybe not.

What? You don't know what it means to be a blogguerree'd will for contempting the above to be just an ambush of brains alone...but withYOUR intlend to rip me off before the words ever make it off the sizzle of homeplate's intend for at least a ground-rule-double.
Maybe so.

The FANCY SHMANCY need of Hyper Hysterical Resolution onThr Photography of this pretense for Socially Administrative Medial Enterplay

Really. What FOR? I cannot imagine one thing less inviting to entice ME (a master illustrator and photoGlammattikkan) to another's BLOG than that... this CRAVE for aTheAnHyper, nuturing, & too much in-a-face type of photo equipment that piles on and on and on...

With not one moment for the corporeal reasoning inclusion for the cortext of a brains will to breathe inbetween the assaults we all have been ordered to esteem for our own lacks of talent, particularly the kind allowing one to ever PURCHASE that top notch equipment that all too often yeilds pittling little as far as revoltingly charming art/design pretensuerry goes. All they ever include with those types of blogs bees the vulgar need for asymmetrical faces in all edges of the corners of the frame...without one space to breathe....Whew. Am I glad! I'm not capablurred by that ever-sown-too-muched need for a photo.. .otherwise... I'd have choked out long ago, all of my own good sense and 'larnin' and make for THEIR pretense to have more fun with their families for having more suppies of photo and tekky instruments not to disclude any of the shorter malfunction for a memory chip to fail to include any toleration for such with suspiciously overbaring and bigger need for spacious pixelations all engulfed in the accommodation of one small face not e'n 1/4 the actual size of the production's capacity to show it all by shoving into the face of the unsuspecting passer-blog reader-by.

So I have to resort (even with my college departmental training and 15 years+ of on-a-spot delivery of photoworks fit for the publishing arms of wherever...), I and me -- yet resort to pulling out a pen and clumsy art program to make brief stick figured faces that blurb out and "GOTCHA" with some mind toward MY will that the words in this case, have a million-to-none chance for meaning more than that "picture worth 1.000..." might OR, I may just sastifrighten them with one small 2 x3" flikpik. While having lesser the capacity to be enlarged than a willfuller purse might trap them into believing I'd willed to have, I've invented another will just to thrive for saying what I WANT TO say, and NOT what THEY want you to believe is what I NEED to have SAID.

HONESTLY... I don't WANT you to know any of MY family THAT well. The rest of us overpowered emotionarries are quite content to be satisfied that you know THAT part of us as little as possiblurred.

THOSE SEVEN THINGS Dost a LORD hatense with a fierceness that e'en the I can identifrightents another's withing...

I gotcher admitski this one thing. OF all the scriptures I've had to share with another's religion, I wast quite taken-the-aback, (or FOR a RIDE) when I heard a couple of news casters of late yesteryears this same decade... revealing what aCatholic's impression of the said the above scripture might entail to read-a-cule another from any justifrightensk that the political wand for realming our appetite for a sudden HAVE TO INTERPET THIS LAW THIS WAY PLEASE... wasn't the merriment I had supposed.

You linger a little longer in MY space of the universe as an artist, and you begin to SEE things in verse and sacred writtensk as NOT what originally claimed for general thinkski at all... it was puzzling whence my very an FAV news media pundant in the shape of Tim Russert at the helmry of MEET THE PRESS was of a will to observe one fainter Sabbath than most...which surprise the Hell out of all of the rest of us, no doubt NON-Catholics for observing HIS interpretation of a verse that day...wasn't the LEAST bit comforting.

And While I will not devolve the particulars...I am laughing still. You may yourself will to peak at them (the SEVEN THINGS) an appropriate moment today (or some other time when you THINK you are in the realms of heavenly inspiration, and suddenly declare to another...OH! or rather OOPS! Then have a chuckle with aThe REST of us.

I simply was unaware of these contextual dissemilarities for such verses I thought to be quite cut and dried.

(relevance to topic is this sequence of verses commencing at Proverbs 6:16...read till doomed)

Do I HAVE to deprive a will for KittyKAT CHAT if my whole BLOG isn't dedicated for such?

OKAY, all right even. I draw the line at any blog called "MUST. LOVE. RATS"! No joke. But when I ever get around to observe just how bizarre a pet kittykat can be when it's not pretending to care about one of your limbs...by circling around the bottom of your ankle while you think he's showing affection and draining your life at the same time for he's just come out from under one of the bushes over there where the mightier TON of spiders and gnats and whatevertz inhabitaunt the rest of the insect world with their 8 legged former soul searching as a dog or some other non driven species...

But THIS cat is a twister. YES, MY CAT likes to lie on the concrete or carpet or said cubby hole, aka: which ever designated day of the week he thinks he's scheduled for out there in the great wild outTheDoors....while he moves his upper torso (head, fore arm/leg thangs) during aWhence the bottom (lower) leg half stays put. He'll twist two or three times around...like you would a piece of redvinery licorice to hand over the other half at some feller... Remembering that THIS CAT of MINE, hath not a tail, at ALL. No TAIL, SIR.

Now, while I HAVE participated in the biology section of ZOOLOGY 121-- where 1 "gets" to disect a marsupialish PIGLET they called just FieldPig (one chubby strip across midsection to identifrighten one w such) and one little bitty theFroggie in comparison...each had a similar set up for intake of substance like fuel aka: food or liquid and a similar exit for such...Now, know the other identifrightening entrails of both of those types and species...I marvel, How is it that the cat, this cat, MY CAT, can circuitously meander about like, well, e'n more reptile like than even a reptile, for at least their sides and lengths remain concentrically with the 'spine' supplied. I'm just alarmed, that's all.

And here goes. I made a routine photo of HimKitty and monkey'd with other* elements to scan yester year (1/2 decade past...) and this enclosed foto be a part of the product...He'd driven himself into full circle wierdlapse some 3 more times than I'd think he'd have sudden need for unraveling with a split seconds time span. That's his BACK bone laying there, well I think so...other's say otherwise, but I know this cat is SURE screwed-up somehow to think he's relaxing by doing so--beez all I can stand to consider a very much stranger: WHY?

*homemade fireplace setting for a prop used at HS winter prom level for chortler.

GIGGLING for aTHE SHORTEST POST EVER.

Here's the Gnarpht Art promoted by the gal on at a TwitterDome beGlinst me. While I have to make it longer than I intendlid, I will say, the original setting was a trial to me until I faced my own will to produce an transformative endlure that might not offend as much. And hence the THENCED:

My FAV Video MOMENT for our CLAN's CONNECT to CHILD CLIMBING CLINGER!

So there bees The Moment when....

... we all found solemn and simple for communicatesking some truth that the following week might linger pleasantly and aloftingly thoughtfleur than perhaps any lesser lovely day of the week enPrior'd. Then BabyBJ took the stand....

SOMEONE's SON wasn't QUICK ENOUGH to DETERMINE the PLIGHT of any 5yr old IDEA

Currently finding it hard to buckdown and write a blog when the last one I wrote bees ripped off of the planetaryuld devicing for MY failure to have the aka: BUCK$ to protect them from the complient "DRIFT" against the looters of my fate...too much originality of the thinkski wandlingertz.

So there. Have to just place a photog or picturization to replace YOUR NEED FOR SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT HERE.

That said. I saw a man's complain this A.M. who can't figure out the universe of the son's brain to combat HIS will with project HIS life into their minds that they might have sense of future instead of what HE persists to believe as of no value which is their primative and CURRENT aka: SIMULTANEOUS understandlingertz. Son just don'ts reprimand 'mself as thrFather wills 'm, for he has no need to forgive 'mself for what he didn't known wasn't needing to be accomplished for the simple will to LIVE IN THE PRESENT. This bees how we know we are too and over-drained as well.

KIDS DO live in the PRESENT (but we will NOT to let them, and UNWISELY SO) ...& Currently speaking...we OUGHT to take a lesson from that and cease our struggles to command them hither and thithering all over the place against their OWN life's propensity to SHOUT louder at them than YE wand them to follow YOU with all OUR and YOUR shouting at them as well.