Gotta start somewhere.
In the interest of this, and of writing, because after all, I'm a WRITER, I will begin here.
It's as good a place as any.
What's held me back? Why am I "blogging" now, pouring forth and so on, 15 years too late to the party? I could have easily been one of the first. Instead, I'm another unread online diary casualty ... Victim of Too Much Information: MY information pools ignored.
Like words around the ankles of an apathetic, "friend"-poked teen - not at all caring what I do, post or say here.
30 years too late to that party :(
I could write an opus now. Or fire a magnum, chock full of images, raining on your heads like victory. Words collide with metaphors 'til all that's left is essence and the meaning's what you make it ...
You don't care what I mean, anyway. Why should you? Who am I to you? A name you've "stumbledupon" through google, as it runs your life and tells you what to read, believe and "like", and who.
"How do I find Jeff Glovsky?" "Where's Jeff Glovsky???" "Jeff Glovsky's address" "Jeff Glovsky's phone number" "Jeff Glovsky family" ...
"Jeff Glovsky 'scammer'" "Jeff Glovsky 'criminal'" "How do I contact that fucking Jeff Glovsky???"
"Wher is jeff glovsky lifing now [sic]"
FUCK YOU, you googlers! You searchers, you seekers, you privacy wreakers - You makers of havoc with my reputation.
My name's been destroyed at the hands of you beasts, and I will never win this war.
I realize that. It's held me back. I have lost. Copiously, tangibly: employment. Opportunities. Income and earning power. I exist as I can, in a world of estrangement: from friends. Family. Marriage. Potential relationships. Normal, everyday whole life functioning ...
I haven't googled myself in years!
I've been left to die on the side of the information superhighway, and you, you killers -- you know who you are -- will meet me again and I'll prove to you, beyond any doubt, that your libelous theft of my reputation has damaged my name and held me back.
In the interest of this, and of writing, because after all, I'm a WRITER, I will begin here.
It's as good a place as any.
What's held me back? Why am I "blogging" now, pouring forth and so on, 15 years too late to the party? I could have easily been one of the first. Instead, I'm another unread online diary casualty ... Victim of Too Much Information: MY information pools ignored.
Like words around the ankles of an apathetic, "friend"-poked teen - not at all caring what I do, post or say here.
30 years too late to that party :(
I could write an opus now. Or fire a magnum, chock full of images, raining on your heads like victory. Words collide with metaphors 'til all that's left is essence and the meaning's what you make it ...
You don't care what I mean, anyway. Why should you? Who am I to you? A name you've "stumbledupon" through google, as it runs your life and tells you what to read, believe and "like", and who.
"How do I find Jeff Glovsky?" "Where's Jeff Glovsky???" "Jeff Glovsky's address" "Jeff Glovsky's phone number" "Jeff Glovsky family" ...
"Jeff Glovsky 'scammer'" "Jeff Glovsky 'criminal'" "How do I contact that fucking Jeff Glovsky???"
"Wher is jeff glovsky lifing now [sic]"
FUCK YOU, you googlers! You searchers, you seekers, you privacy wreakers - You makers of havoc with my reputation.
My name's been destroyed at the hands of you beasts, and I will never win this war.
I realize that. It's held me back. I have lost. Copiously, tangibly: employment. Opportunities. Income and earning power. I exist as I can, in a world of estrangement: from friends. Family. Marriage. Potential relationships. Normal, everyday whole life functioning ...
I haven't googled myself in years!
I've been left to die on the side of the information superhighway, and you, you killers -- you know who you are -- will meet me again and I'll prove to you, beyond any doubt, that your libelous theft of my reputation has damaged my name and held me back.
AFTERMATH: "Crime", "Fraud" ... Delusion
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