bloggerspam

Hey , Hey , Hey...

....have you experienced this?
BLOGGERSPAM?

I really wonder how many real humans are left out there?
Is everybody on the internet simply desperate and overwhelmed with this upside down society/world that they have to resort to using machines to trick people into ordering their product?

I MEAN, LET ME PUT IT THIS WAY...

In this past few weeks since I started reviving my web presence, i have been contacted by handyman companies, realestate seminar companies... arts and crafts companies... and ALL OF THEM HAVE BEEN AUTOMATIC MACHINED E-MAIL COMMENTS generated by software, and on the other end a needy, greedy, wealth building seminar, driven by a few macho screaming guys who are driven to just be glutton predators, devouring the world's last precious tenderness....and then creating some semi useful software/product that sells regurgitated real estate info or some such other servicet feeding and multiplying itself as it feeds those loud smelly folks who need money, money, money, and will never say no to money at all costs...

Love is money, money is love....and we all need both, I sure do...as we all do....

But, after all is said and done, wouldn't you reather die in peace and feeling fulfilled about how you lived?

I mean, check it out...Bloggerspam now exists, a whole new breed of predator can disguise itslef like the wolf in that nursery tale, and Seeing how easily folks it can contact 800 million internet users worldwide, desires to CONTACT YOU and pretend to be your good old like-minded buddy (or next piece of girl) and eventually sells you something for a thousand bucks which seems like it is a wonderful thing. From that perspective, I feel blessed that the idea that I matter to somebody, even if they are just a machine yanking my sensory connectors... Well, it reminds me that I used to feel loved, up close...

but it's all disquised predators.... whenther p****y, or glad handed politicians, or poll takers trying to gurantee another election stolen won't matter to anyone....

I mean, the folks in the testimonials of those wealth building seminars, the most recent predators, well, they seemed to deserve an easier life. The movies played as seemlessly as I hope my tv shows eventually play when I can upload to my website, and get it right... And inside those wealth seminar testimonials, the people featured all told how they had been enslaved for years, truck driving, or corporately or minimum wage at some fast food chain...to get a dollar... and they all seemed real, and human and I felt very, very happy they contacted me... until I relaized the corporate enslavement they were offering to ME....

Yeah, I geve it a try, I listened to them tell how easily they can answer a phone call and cash a check for a thousand dollars... and even find a guy like me and sell their master's goods to automatically, through the internet and ... yeah, all done automatically for them by a team of "wealth builders" , ie, loud smelly guys who have no original ideas who aren't able to paint a painting, or write a song, or script or produce tv... or music.... they want to createsomething, as longas they can drive themselves towards an inevitable outcome that must be like they think it is for Bill Gates.

But they ain't Bill... they ain't steve jobs... they ain't me...

and furthermore, they would never buy a painitng or a song or a film/dvd from me... becasue they wouldn't "get it"... or maybe they would.

maybe they would.

yeah...

think about it... if you have art, love, beuaty, music, poetry, film, tv... cooking, or whatever, and if you have never gotten it out there to meet the people, then , maybe , maybe, maybe,

... yeah maybe you , along with me, are partly responsible for these ungrateful predators existing and preying on all of us...

... yeah.

I will never know unless I get my art, music, creativity out there and can see it uplift... and if it doesn't, then I will burn it all before I die... rather than contribute to another ass in your face.

So there.

Here's what keeps me busy, folks...

... jumpstarting this little laptop and relearning the software so I CAN GET MY PAINTINGS SEEN BY YOU IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS.

But you will never get an automatic e-mail with a link to click, unless I die first. Maybe the non-profits I want to use my art to build better lives for the forgotten will eventually all be automated , but from the grave, I won't care... I really won't.

while alive, I want to look into the eyes of a person who buys one of my paintings (originals)... and it's been awhile since anyone asked me for one.... but it willl happen again soon, since my older stuff has appreciated 500%, or so I hear, and a few folks suggest they want a classic indian portrait Stenger style.

but, this time, it will be a sale in writing, you will have to kick back 10 to 20% if you buy my art as a stock commodity that you intend to re-sell. I always included that clause in my dealings, but no one has yet come back to me with any of the profit share. I hear a good old freind is selling some of the art he bought from me for a few hundred dollars, for thousands... and he claims I am being a victim when I rmeind him that I sold that stuff with the belief he was never going to resell it (his words/promise) . I know I told him I would HAVE to share in any profit he makes when he changes his mind or goes greedy.

And he chewed me out when I reminded him.

So, that good old midwestern town where folks say they want my art, that same place I cannot afford to drive to... that same place I have family and friends I haven't seen for over 12 years... Way back there,

If I ever actually return there and try to sell my art, I will be competing aginst myself and those former friends will be the one's profiting, not I.


Still... I choose to continue and just pump out more and better than ever and try my luck in other ponds where the fishing might be better.

But, never, never, never will I be paying somebody a thousand bucks to pl;ug into an automatic spam machine that delivers junk mail disguised as comments to your Blogs!!! never.


I'd rather starve in my ARt truck and call it a life... than become a machine.


Tonight is museum free night.

The last time I went, I knocked out two drawings in 1 hour. both beautiful. a hundred and fifty bucks apiece, and I will wait 10 years if that's what it takes, in order to see that value created. 10 years or dead... either way, they will multiply and become classics.


ART can be a saviour, if you use your mind and heart while you are doing it!!!!

yeah buddy.