Tales of a wandering daydreamer...
Kiss me again So deep my head spins So longingly My soul aches Kiss me more I want to swim in you I want to plumb your depth Dive in deeply Kiss me now While my pulse races While my eyes sparkle In...
Been here before The cycle turns I never know Which way she'll go I've tried to plan I've tried to hope But every cycle Hurts us both Consumed in anger She sheds her tears I get to watch Her live her fears Her mind is stuck In a terrible dream Fear run amok Angry woman Can you remember me?
via nytimes.com LAST week, Facebook filed documents with the government that will allow it to sell shares of stock to the public. It is estimated to be worth at least $75 billion. But unlike other big-ticket corporations, it doesn’t have an inventory of widgets or gadgets, cars or phones. Facebook’s inventory consists of personal data — yours and mine.
To the Man of the High North My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream, Hearing afar the bells of Elfland chiming, Seeing the groves of Arcadie agleam. I was the thrall of Beauty that rejoices From peak snow-diademed to regal star; Yet to mine aerie ever pierced the voices, The pregnant voices of the Things That Are. The Here, the Now, the vast Forlorn around us; The gold-delirium, the ferine strife; The lusts that lure us on, the hates that hound...
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via youtube.com RIP Don Cornelius, wishing you all Love, Peace & Soul!
via venturebeat.com Mr Zuckerberg must not be aware of the negative connotations of the term 'Hacker'.
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