People are strange
I have to admit something. Jim helped me realize it.
‘People are strange’
It has taken me so long to realize it. I have been following you.
There I said it.
( cliched tumbleweeds)
People should be fucking terrified but in this world,when someone follows you these days – they are not a creepy stalker but an admirer.
True from a distance but still a fucking stalker- take the violins, roses, and the Spanish guitar player away. What have you got?
We have become a nation of stalkers.
We are cool with every soul or blogger or social media entity knowing intimate details of our lives.
How am I supposed to explain the whole ‘DON’T TALK TO STRANGERS’ thing to my daughter?
I do it every day.
Of course, you are all my friends. I wouldn’t keep you in a cage if we weren’t friends. 😀
Shit just got complicated.
On a different note.
I got a tag.
Oh yeah –
If you were born with a super power tag .
It’s fun, not serious, silly
. Just the right jiggle jaggle to fit in with my mind state.
My girl – ( ghetto lingo never gets old) 😉 E. – obviously she is flapping fantastic.
We have connected . We stalk one another – un ashamedly and we don’t need to see one another’s private bits to know – we are real.
Don’t be a stranger – be a stalker – go and follow my superheroine,mate – EDDAZ. She can heal the world.
Name the the creator of this tag . FarahEdz @ The Girl With Coffee
Use the Tag image above
Thank your superhero Nominator -( me) or in my case @ EDDAZ -Love & Relationships, Lifestyle, Poetry
which or what super power would you would want and why.
Please note that you are not under any obligation to participate. I think it’s fun.
. The chances of this super power manifesting in your life decreases if you do not accept ( Daisy -me – added that bit)