"No, he won’t read this. He isn’t interested in me enough to actually wonder where I am or what I am doing."
Just a brief excision. But for the record [amused look] I was pondering quite precisely on those thought in exact detail.
It seems churlish to throw wide the gates on such to the uninitiated, so instead I'll simply leave it at that; they you know and I know, and anyone else who knows knows their part in the eternal memory of the blockchain.
I'll merely say this, which carries on from earlier: We need what we need and we want what we want, and hungers change over moments, months, years, and aeons. We much know our changes and ride them. We made them, after all. Inconvenience one way, inconvenience the other. The only question is "what do you truly want? Where can you find that?"
In this case, all else is folly. If it is not where you stand, you must step away on quest.
👩🏻💻And the smalllest, most casual sentence is the one that speaks loudest. 👨🏻💻
Of course it speaks loudest, pet. It's a needle-dagger thrust deep, repeatedly, not a broadsword. For which there is a time and a place, but not here and now.
What the heck is this?
Shakespearian? Old English? A typo?
As is my wont? What’s a wont?
Yes, somewhere on the blockchain of Steemit your words are still written, they are just no longer visible here as you deleted them. But that is the main feature of every blockchain, that every saved data will stay there forever.
It's true!
Which just begs for there being a dedicated web service that given a post link exposes the whole history.
(Which already exists as part of other tools, but directly on top.)
But shush. We want her to choose to satisfy us, not be revealed by mere drudgery. They must ask to be sacrificed!
I ask! Please share my original words here In a comment- go on
Just a brief excision. But for the record [amused look] I was pondering quite precisely on those thought in exact detail.
It seems churlish to throw wide the gates on such to the uninitiated, so instead I'll simply leave it at that; they you know and I know, and anyone else who knows knows their part in the eternal memory of the blockchain.
I'll merely say this, which carries on from earlier: We need what we need and we want what we want, and hungers change over moments, months, years, and aeons. We much know our changes and ride them. We made them, after all. Inconvenience one way, inconvenience the other. The only question is "what do you truly want? Where can you find that?"
In this case, all else is folly. If it is not where you stand, you must step away on quest.
Ohh. Juicy! I have many edited posts I just thought they were safe.
Precisely what thoughts in exact detail? Clarify Clarence. Elaborate El Patron.
Tell me, Telly-ho. Shiver me timberlands. What ?
Oh, just wondering what you were up to. In terrible and precise detail, as is my wont.
If your Timberlands are shivering though we need to get you into thicker socks.
👩🏻💻And the smalllest, most casual sentence is the one that speaks loudest. 👨🏻💻
Terrible because you like it.
What the heck is this?
Shakespearian? Old English? A typo?
As is my wont? What’s a wont?
Funny you should mention socks. Did you see this https://steemit.com/steemit/@lorilikes/ten-truths-about-me-that-you-can-relate-to
Of course it speaks loudest, pet. It's a needle-dagger thrust deep, repeatedly, not a broadsword. For which there is a time and a place, but not here and now.
http://www.dictionary.com/browse/wont
[drawling] I'm all edumacated and shit, y'know?
Just prior to now as I flip through my notifications, in fact.
So, knee socks, then?
Whatttt so are you saying my edits are visible somewhere ? Yikes
Yes, somewhere on the blockchain of Steemit your words are still written, they are just no longer visible here as you deleted them. But that is the main feature of every blockchain, that every saved data will stay there forever.