FUCK YOU VAMPIRESTAT.COM AND TWITTER BOTS (It won't matter, your bots)

I wonder if I wrote a post dissing vampiresat, would they stop sending their spam bots to my blog? Or would the bots increase? The disappointment I felt when I found out my traffic sources were nothing but a spam site; I really thought I had a lot of readers and my blog was taking off somewhere; come to find out, it was nothing but inflated numbers. Oh silly me, no one to blame but myself. I’ll admit, I tried taking the easy way out, I tried to buy some twitter followers, not for my own  ego, only so I could  actually get a few more readers; so my traffic source wouldn’t say vampirestat.com. The few from twitter we’re real; this was before I started buying twitter followers. I was gullible, really not paying attention to twitter; I thought this was actual marketing, stuff that companies do all the time. Why in God’s name would I want 1,000 followers and 600 are fake accounts??

            Fuck social media, at least the drones. I have three followers on my blog, it shows one because he’s actually registered but the other two, they engage in conversation about post when I see them or they send me a message…for the most part, I get people who pass through, that’s cool, I’m ok with that, but the BOTS! I can’t stand these fucking zombie, sitting there, got me kicked off of infolinks.com because the computer spam site clicked to many times on my own links…which by the way a big FUCK you to infolinks.com as well. Funny, I was banned from their site because they told me, they basically said, “In the future, I should watch were my traffic source comes from.” I can’t control what sites my blog are entered in, remember the people who pass through and don’t say anything, can post my site anywhere. 

I guess saying fuck you to Infolinks is a tad harsh, once again it’s not their fault; I wish they just had a system to know when spam bots are clicking on my links not just band me, fuck it there’s a reason for everything…..back to this twitter thing. I know by me posting this could ruin any chance I had on  Twitter with any real followers leading back to my blog, and I don’t give a fuck; personally I don’t give a fuck because we all make mistakes, we all want better, we all want a dream life. If I could make it as only a writer, that would be my dream job; however it takes work and sometimes, you do what seems like an awesome alternative. I was raised somewhat conservative, I was taught the norm; be nice to people, believe in God, go to school,  get a good education, get a good job, find someone you love, have kids, live a good life but know there will be down moments and for the most part CHERISH AND LOVE LIFE. This economy said fuck everything you’re learned and left me to be a hack…

It’s forced me to take my values and solid background and change them into something else, it’s forced me to become this person I’m not sure of anymore…I’m competing with robots, people famous for nothing with zombie fans who give thumbs on FB for comments like. “I ate an apple today and it was good.” My topics are not the best and I choose not to change because this is me, Dean Martin and my present me is better than my past me and it will always be that way until I die. I compete with myself so much, other people think I’m competing with them, that’s how bad competing with me can become. Fuck fame if it means I have to become this fake celebrity, or fake person; I would rather get a job I don’t like making decent money then having the dream job and having to fake myself, censor myself, become a robot. 

Fuck fame because you’ve made my beautiful cousin sub-conscious of her body, you’ve made my beautiful daughter sub-conscious of her looks, this concernment with health is a good thing but this obsessed behavior of wanting to be skinny is a big no no…As my phone goes off letting me know I have another tweet, I feel it’s a constant reminder, the big, “you fucked up” every time I hear the Samsung whistle…Oh well, that’s life. Fake droids as “readers” is something I never asked for, however the fake followers is something I never asked for as well…more like something I purchased. At the end of the day, I guess I can only be mad at myself but learn from my mistakes and move on…mistake learned but before the day is over, I will say this, FUCK YOU VAMPIRESTAT.COM…my traffic may get shot down but I’m okay with that, it’s worth having 14 readers a day verse hundreds of readers that are bots with no brain…

The rhythm of life...

I think life is like a song; better yet, I think life is like a DJ mixing. When you’re at a party, night club, art gallery, listening to the radio, where ever the beat of the song or even the genre of music may change and you have to change with it; some may not like the change so they leave and then enters a new wave of people; some may be able to tolerate the music and stick with the new wave. Life, like music has a pulse. When were in tune with a beat, when the vibrations began to move through our body, we began to move; our heart rate picks up and our chemistry begins to change; certain charka’s began to awake. In the mist of becoming one with a beat, you began to meet others who have the same passion for your beat; those others you began to dance with may have a different rhythmic approach; which is the beauty of life, it depends on how you adjust or mix your rhythm.

            Some dance with their hips, while others dance using their hands, some dance stomping their feet, while others dance using their arms; some dance using their whole body; some people don’t march to the beat of the drum, they rather dance to the rhythm of the snare. It’s the same song, same rhythm but different approach. The same goes for life. In life, we all have our off days; those days we wake up and don’t quite feel like ourselves or just can’t seem to get with it. Those are the days God, Allah, Buddha, Dali Lama, Zeus, the Universe, you, or whomever you praise, give you a different song. When we wake up and our beat isn’t the same, the days we just can’t seem to get with the program, those are the days our song---- no those are the days the genre of music has changed in our life for a moment; we just need to adjust to the beat, and make the most of it. 

When life gives you that different rhythm, I think it’s a time period for growth. I think this because in every genre of music, you learn something different; may it be a dance step, a rhythm, an instrument, or some sort of historic event, you always learn something different. In music, in order to stay fresh, one has to always listen to all kinds of music in order to create and maybe come out with a different sound. If you like a certain sound, you may listen to it and say, “damn I love this song but I would’ve did this different, or I would’ve said that, or I would’ve did this pitch” Whatever it is, you’ve learned something; when you go back to your genre, you take a piece of that with you and add it to your beat or sound. In life we do the same; however I think many of us get uncomfortable with the change; probably why we have shitty days. 

In my eyes, a shitty day, month or even years may be what you need; it’s not what you want, nobody wakes up asking for a shitty period in life, but sometimes when your beat becomes stale, these shitty moments are thrown at you so your old beat can be spiced up; If you began to excel in the new genre of music life has thrown at you, shifted in your direction like a shuffle on your phone or your ipod, you’ll eventually get back and have something new added; sometimes you may never go back, maybe the beat of your life is there for you to take your new beat, old beat and come up with your own beat or add to a different. Life changes and for some, it might be for the better, or what they think might be for the better; for some it might be for what they consider to be the worse, which in some cases it probably is but it only leads you to the best when it all pans out. 

Life like music, you download what you want on your playlist, you get rid of anything you don’t want on your playlist, you make constant changes and sometimes, some choose to stay in  the past. If you listen to music, dance to music, make music or simply hum it, you have that ability to change it; if it was introduced to you, you have that ability to listen. If  you were forced to listen to it because it’s everywhere you are, then listen, those are the moments we ignore and those are the moments some of us need….everything has a message.