More Uselessness

I wish we could just sit those boys and girls with the guns down and drill some poetry, music and art into their heads. I guess when your stomach is empty and your mind is controlled this overtly refined lifestyle doesn’t come naturally; it’s easier to pick up weapons and fire at people, creating more haters, just like them. It is our privilege to reflect and create, with our bellies full in our four walled fortresses. Keep wishing, keep talking.

Just saw this:

"It is no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase 'As pretty as an Airport' appear."

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If yesterday was the worst, today is the best.

PS - Thank you Danny, Wise One, Supreme Bebe, Elf, Froggy, Sammy and Murachan.

In spite of everything, I will remember you Mishti. There are no words to express how I feel. I will miss you everyday little one. I will never forgive myself for what happened to you. I'm so sorry. You are in my heart forever.

I thought long and hard about whether I should write this post or not, and then I decided that I will. I don't care if people who know me think this is personal. It isn't. And I won't justify myself.

Plagiarism is illegal. More than that, it's sick and wrong. Especially when done by someone who pretends to be holier-than-thou about it. Which is why I was shocked when I saw that this talented person's art had been blatantly copied here, without the original writer having been given any credit whatsoever.

I have been plagiarized by someone I used to know in the past, and I remember the outrage and heartbreak I felt. It caused me to make my older blog private, and the posts in my new blog to be of a much lower quality.

The writer who has been copied is in the process of getting her works published. Some of these works have been stolen and the writer is considering deleting her Deviant Art account. This is what plagiarism does - it prevents original artists from sharing their work with the world.

I am not going to launch into a tirade here, because I will not sink to that level. I'll just say that this is one step too far, and a line has been crossed, and that I sincerely hope that people learn from the consequences.

Olive You

Branches

Like a lingering tune this sweetness plays a sad
Little tune in my mind. This quick web of fear
Must grip me especially when you are so far,
Why this must be so, I cannot say. I only know
That it happens. Some reasons and questions
Are beyond the wisdom of this life or many
Such lives. Little joys are not denied though.
Like when you hear something you love and
Store it away, more precious than those
Quotes I spout, of course it is, for
You cannot possibly know how I feel them
As I say them to you. Not glib but sincere.
But of course you are right my words my
Very own words just for you must mean
Something special, something beyond
The capacity of this life and many such lives.