Well.
Just Fuck Me Running
I have more followers.
What does that mean?
More people who want me to read their offerings?
Definitely more who don’t, nor barely, read my offerings.
Definitely more who won’t leave feedback.
There are many good writers here. I appreciate every person whose stories I read and I show that appreciation every time.
But.
I came to write. I am not a good wordsmith.
And.
I am sure it shows.
But.
I try.
As for followers.
A few read.
Fewer acknowledge.
I don’t like clothes. So being nude out in front of people is not an issue with me.
I have nothing to hide.
So.
Being nude with my thoughts and expressions to much better writers comes easy for me.
Having no feed back is not so easy.
I want to improve.
I want feed back.
So, while waiting, I guess I can do what our beautiful male Greek ancestors did:
This ancient Amphora is.
Well.
Definitely.
Thought provoking.
But.
It doesn’t help.
Because.
I can’t seem to find that elusive reply.
What should I do?
Hercules had an ancient thought:
Alas!
The last drop of pee has yellowed the green grass of thought and emotion.
What a relief!
There are two writers that I really appreciate.
Thank you:
