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books and hoops
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“once in germany, someone said nine”
The Seocracy.com Twitter Adder
People use Twitter in so many ways and with so many agendas that I generally try to keep my subjectivity hat on when I see people using Twitter in a way that grates on my own personal opinions (and tastes).
For me, Twitter has been a very organic community that I’ve grown and continually cultivate myself… pruning people I no longer am interested in following and adding new people who look interesting because of shared connections, interests or thoughts.
Seocracy has a tool that pretty much does the opposite of that and allows you to bulk add a couple hundred of “online marketing gurus” that originated with a post from MarketingPilgrim about “75 Internet Marketing Gurus on Twitter.”
I was on that original list and thought it was a pretty neat idea. The list has since blossomed to over 200 “gurus” and continues to expand in the comments. And the number of random “I’m following you on Twitter” from people using the Seocracy tool continue to trickle in.
Nothing wrong with a tool like this I guess… but if you’re new to Twitter, I’ll urge you to make the most out of Twitter and use it wisely (not that there is one best way… it’s all subjective, right?).
The Seocracy.com Twitter Adder
candybugs
Candybugs and cataract water –
spilling into one small moment
large brains and puzzles
saturate with the distraction
of a ticking daydream vigor.
Reflectful moments of reprise
with apes following into the gorge,
the essential small moments
that perform the needed function
of a holy spirit in our brain.
you gave it to me
I thought it was the moon, but
it was a lamplight.
I thought you were behind me,
but that was a movement.
I thought I was saved, but
that was the radio.
I thought your voice broke, but
that time it was my spine.
I thought I knew who you were, but
I was wrong.
I thought I dreamed about you, but
it was a shiny serpent on a stick.
I thought I experienced the supernatural, but
it was a massive ringing in my ears.
I thought you would say incredible, but
you shrugged in hollow joy.
I thought you would eat the apple
and you did –
voodoo universe
I manage time but still loose heart,
my brain vertigo hemorrhage of gravitons and gluons.
Hands whirl on a silver circle on the office wall,
timing the heart beats until Golgotha.
I smell the stench of veneer and hide in the cave of your atlantis.
Yet I cannot stop the goose skin death ticking of apollo’s paycheck.
Time itself is measured in sticky melted wax drawn on a wall with a smelly grin.
Yet, I always will wonder if your music will stop breaking tone and find the pitch to sit on my wallowed mellowed soul.
locality
Locality
You puzzled me with refraction,
(the bending of your hair in light)
causing me to look the wrong way
for your root cause.
You spoke to me from heaven
(and I looked down).
You answered me in riddles and caused me to drive onto the rocks.
