Observation: Who Viewed Me Page. Green 'online' indicator flashing against user name. Click on said user name to try understand why on earth they would be viewing your profile. Guess what? You get a page that says the account has been de-activated.

What's that about?!

Can a deactivated account be online? Is that like Quantum Physics in which a 'thing exists in more than one state at the same time' Or is it a case of split nano-second timing i.e.I clicked to view the profile and the person de-activated their account at precisely the same moment? The two actions triggering computations and respective results simultaneously and the same instant! Wow I am stunned.

So what to believe when it comes to being 'mingled-up & stuff like that'? Is it real? Are we all part of a grand experiment? Was I supposed to discover that mysterious bit of duality? Is that why 'they are out to get me'?

At risk of repeating myself:



And that's the part where i resort to my record box and say: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRAl3in2ut8

Yeah, yeah I am nuts & I love music .... and I did oh so love to dance. But now I am just a dropped dead and beaten up poetless human resident in a parallel universe in my head where there is no space for a dance floor or to mingle for that matter of fact.

Gotta go now! Not deactivated but most decidedly on the way to Ashes Windbourne.

tara for now

So two incidents in two days!

What is going on! How come all of a sudden i am a target for these crazies.

Can't you read?! This is "The Dropped-Dead beat Poet's Emporium"

There is no pulse here so please, leave me alone!!! I AM DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!!



Pssssst think it'll help? I don't!!!

PS: Apologies, I forget to mention that it is actually the third in two days. The second I spotted right at the outset and detailed to the person why i was able to work out that it was a fake account. And said goodbye. But alas, 'she' is back today. Told her that unfortunately I hadn't changed my mind. Her response, "then bye" .

Cue that Simpson fella with his maniacal laughter.

AS IF I AM BOTHERED!!!!

But it is a worrying trend. Must have words with the MATCH PROGRAM

I did say sorry!

Ah well

Apologies for returning so soon but it is my wake and I reserve the right to express myself as I want to on this topic .

This here is the 50th reply on this lunatic corner of the www and as I can't guarantee that any of my favourite minglers will arrive in time I choose to grab the accolade for myself ....on their behalf.

Pardon? Most of the replies have been by me anyway ...! So what. 50 is 50 except perhaps if you trying to hide your age. In which case it is "just a number" and I agree.



Shall we have a drink on that? hip hip hp hip hip hip :hip hip hip

PS: Aint you just got to love life? (did i say that yesterday?!)

Toast?: Alright then if I must "May we all live as long we are not deceased"

Good day to no-one in particular ... except my own good self. A new day! Glorious. However, upon reflection yesterday's mingle2 experience 'for a dropped-dead poetless human' (dead' being the operative word) was a mixed one.

Between the highlight of the amazing sequence of happenings around the word 'groove' to being reminded that not only was I dead, poetless (that was the day before but it still rankled a bit yesterday) and not all there, I ended up in a rather forlorn heap of wondering 'if it's really worth it' And while it was not all a tangled, mangle of butt-kicks All-in-all I was reminded of the fragility of life.

But it's a new day and yesterday cannot be repeated except of course if you are dead, in which case for the body it is just an unending parade of .... not being able to move any more. Of course I have told my body on numerous occasions that a fiery fate awaits it, however it's my non-physical energy component that sits squarely in the "what happens next" department ... a bit like on those clips that feature in assorted television game shows and the like (some of you know the of sort of feature to which I refer).

Which smoothly segues into me now taking a bit of a detour from the unknown 'flight trajectory' of all that I have written thus far to say that if you are wondering what topics we might discuss on 'our date' you can scratch TV off the list of possibilities! (this is the point where the carouser off-shot but in front of the TV studio audience holds up a card and right on cue the gathered sheople open their mouths and in chorus go "Aaaaahhhhhhh" ) because I do not possess one of those gawk boxes in my living quarters. So I am afraid that am wholly ignorant of whatever it is that the masses are being entertained by via that medium .... ( (damn here's that carouser off-shot again holding up a card and right on cue the gathered sheople open their mouths and in chorus go "Boooooooorrrrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnggggg" )

Ah well. Where was i? Has yesterday become today yet ...? Let me check ...

Anyway, I think that's enough for now but before I go I just like to say (cue memories of Mike Tyson delivering the immortal words:

ฉันขอโทษs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjGoOjQei3k


regards always

dreadaye
:

Really wonderful to hear the poet render sound upon the words. Thank you Tommyboy101. Enjoyable as always.

Good morning

Good Morning

Aint you just got to love it when insanity holds itself together:



SYNCHRONICITY or what??? It's all about following your hunches and staying alive to those streams of consciousness that turn you on!

Get Yo Groove On - Prince

Apropos of nothing at all, I am reminded of a post that I had offered in my first incarnation here - during the days of Mingled Up & Stuff Like - in which I wrote:

Question: How do you know you're a Mingle2 newbie?

Answer: All the entries in your Activity pane start with the word 'You'

And now almost a year later I can refine that question.

Question: How do you know you're a Mingle2 nobody?

Answer: All the entries in your Activity pane still start with the word 'You'

you say ??? Think on it and I am sure you will find therein a kernel of truth

However: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuzyRWvGprM

Yeah, It doesn't really matter, especially if you having a good time and NOT making a nuisance of yourself.

peace & Zapp your groove on

PS: No, No, No. not Zip your groove up! Just keep on Mingling

(absolutely nuts!!)

Oh yes! I am RAOTFLMBBO

Why's that mr dreadaye I hear you ask?

Well, I am just typing a mail to one of my fellow minglers when the dumb computer has gone and flashed me up an advert as follows:

ADVERTISEMENT: Meet single women in Ashes Windbourne, England

Would her name be Stephanie by any chance? Should I click?

So there you have it, Ashes Windbourne has now entered the honourable roll call of place names in this fair land. Please, Please before it's too late can somebody, anybody, please point me in the direction of a good Trademarks & Patent lawyer? Money is no object because this sort of lunacy comes free of cost!

And no, there is no opening for YOU to apply for the position of Chief Tour Guide in the picturesque village of Ashes Windbourne! I am quite capable of handling that myself, thank you very much! And anyway am sure you are not yet ready to embark on a journey into the much heralded hereafter.

Pardon? You have plenty experience conducting seances ...? I see. I suggest you go apply to that other website ... and mek sure yuh tek a net with you.


... Where was I? Oh back to my mail.

Speaking of questionable profiles, I think I had my first ever 'blatantly dodgy mingle' (nb blatantly underlined) In my inbox was a greeting from a Scandinavian beauty - just about half my age) - commenting on how handsome i looked and offering me a discounted weekend stay at some swanky hotel. ... male service station.

In addition to other factors her approach fell on deaf ears as her profile pic depicted a human body literally oozing out of a leather jump suit in the most suggestive of poses. Poor zip I thought! If only YKK knew the sort of restraining and containment roles its' products would be press ganged into performing, we would be paying much much higher prices for the humble but ubiquitous zipper!

What were the other factors, i hear you ask... her profession was s.e.x

PS: While it is said that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder I do solemnly declare that there is only one disputable statement in the retelling of the above; and that lies in the misuse of the word handsome.

btw any rumour to the effect that i was online when i wrote is untrue! I asked Siri to post it for me.

Yes, Siri also conducts seances. All you have to do is ask!

Vividly penned & picturesque.

Thank you.

What happens when your open eyes stare;
Appraising the 'You' in view
But not the self-same looking one
Whose inability to turn back up Time's passage
Has naught to do with a loss of manual dexterity
Nor personal health and safety gone mad?!

That's the moment when I wondered
What's the point in having hands to hold on to?!
And so I let go!
Of angrily looking back.
In fact I might as well find a way
To say I love me nonetheless

Regret? Now lets think...
Mightn't that be a re-emergence of Greatness
But for the lack of a single letter?
Whose absence left me serving A death sentence
In a penitentiary of my own construction.

Yeah, I could've been eternally destined
To fanciful thinking in that well-appointed bedsit,
An inner space on the upside of my head designed for comfort,
But instead it served as a chokey - in which I was solitarily confined -
And wherein I searched In vain (thank God) to find a single beam
Over which to loop a well-intentioned rope
Made out of dried-out tissue paper
And my guilty conscience
Retailing around inside my damned numb skull

And so from behind those bars i vowed
To join consonants with vowels
in the formulation of a bid to breakout!
And this here is my personal manifesto!
It has naught to do with a loss of manual dexterity
But says that I love me nonetheless.
It's what t happens when your open eyes stare;
Appraising the 'You' in view
But not the self-same looking one
Who is unable to turn back up Time's passage.

Hi mankind_,

And welcome to Mingle2. Hope you have a lot of fun. We are in the main a jolly bunch here and your quest has not escaped the attention of a so-called dropped-dead beat poetless human.

I see that you are "looking for peaple to have some fan" ... all we need now is for a Punkawallah to pass by this topic and your decision to join the site would have been vindicated.

Respectfully Yours

aye dread

PS: May the Patron Saint of Typos at The Keyboard bestow Her Munificient Mercy Upon I always for yours truly is not without need nor immune from thick finger syndrome .... Amen

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Begging your pardon most sincerely. But do excuse me if I may humbly ask a few questions of your good self? Can you take a real good hard look from you're at and let me know what you think. I do so have such high regard for your opinion. And knowing you as I do there just ain't another soul in the world (and that includes the web world wide) that I could ask AND be sure to get a cast iron bona fide answer! Not even Soulmate! So yes I am relying on you!


Can you take a real close look at me from over there where you are and tell me honestly DOES MY BUTT LOOK BIG in this outfit?

I am seriously asking for your opinion on this, so please tell me the honest to goodness truth. DOES MY BAMBAZAM look like - what those Caribbean folks do refer to as a BIG BATTY?

Now, i know you laughing or perhaps even sniggering but i ask because i notice that you making out to kick me in the butt a few times and Lord knows if my butt is within the reach of your fine boot then i sure as hell am in some trouble. Or do I misunderstand something? Is that your way of signalling that you be making a booty cal in my direction?

So I ask again, is my backside oversized and outreaching all the way over there for you to be giving it such a fine kicking?

:

PS: Remember folks the joke is ALWAYS on yours truly