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| Maybe I can’t sleep because you’re a bitch? |
I can’t imagine me actually sleeping today because I’m worried about how I’m going to explain to you that this is an experiment with a search engine to somehow relate this all in my head against the merits or weights of the name of the image file matching the name of the url and the title of the post, but they don’t completely match, but by me mentioning the same words that are in the title of the filename of the file you are about to see, by clicking on the hard to read image to my immediate left (your left, my right).
Is this thing on?
This is not an attempt to fool a search engine.
And I’m not using any measured anything or tricks to collect any sort of data that could mechanically or logically or heuristically (by automation, or fuzzy little automata cuties with nice bee hives (hair does as hair is) and tight little jean pockets).
That sort of looks like code to fool someone or something crawling across this thing.
The search engine is welcome to exclude image links (which of course they’re welcome and empowered and, frankly, OBLIGATED TO DO, if they’re being FUCKED WITH. If they are the people with which something is being pleasantly forced into their thinking cap. Which is usually done for money, power, or, magically, both. It’s not about loving that search engine so much that I might just have to love that search engine tonight.
Anyway, the file is actually named something like I can’t imagine not loving you, bitch. I’m sorry to call you bitch. You’re not really a bitch (well, I don’t know) and I would never call you a bitch, but if you call yourself a bitch then I might accidentally slip it into otherwise polite conversation, bitch.
But, I don’t know who you are or to whom I’ve spoken, but this image relates to that very project.
If you are a search engine (and you know whether or not this statement is singling you out) then please, don’t be shy, and do your best to correct the situation. I know you’re not going to contact me because it’s your policy not to support experimentation like this because you don’t want people exploiting the policy to provide a pay for play service that makes money for people.
You’re not hurting my feelings, you know you’re not, and frankly, you don’t care. Nor, should you really care. I’m guessing humans are expected to dispassionately execute the policies of the company without prejudice or malice, but you, to my knowledge, do not make that process transparent and do not provide any sort of grievance or appeal policy. That is REALLY smart, because you are a business and not a government.
But, frankly, by giving away your services for free according to a well documented and NOT HARD TO UNDERSTAND agreement that you painstakingly made me realize that just changed and allowed me to read how it changed and helped me to understand that I was agreeing to all that…
It’s still a bunch of words that no one cares about that people agree to because you’re handing them free shit.
I was paying attention when someone said there’s no such thing as a free lunch.
Actually, my grandma gave me free lunch all the time.
Wait, actually, I was expected not to put my elbows on the table.
So, that lunch wasn’t exactly free. There were strings, but I love grandma’s strings.
She’s no bitch.
Look at my records Mr Search Man, I’m not making any money. AND, I’m likely to remove the ads the first time you send me a check. SO YOU BETTER MAKE IT FOR $115 dollars AT LEAST to make this whole process worth my considerable effort making YOU MONEY… in some amount, which you do not disclose to me entirely in some way that I can verify.
But I trust you because you trust me.
Trust is a squishy, two way ball park.
I trust that you will behave like a corporation which is a person that lives forever (everlasting life) that can die (go bankrupt) be managed by a branch of government (a god, and his little gremlins) and then be reborn (resurrected). That person is tried in the media (either crucified or defended, or, likely, both). Then that person comes out swinging for another 100 rounds and comes out on top, all lead by geniuses in management to whom go the spoils, regaled by their follower (bonuses for their idols, voted by the board, elected by the worshipers, i.e., investors, many of whom do not know they own it)… The blind masses leading the blind, but we all know someone is calling the shots. We don’t know who, so it’s SATAN!!! 🙂
It’s all perfectly legal and I think it’s all moral because we created it with paperwork and only paperwork can tear it asunder. And just because it’s hard to kill something with paperwork that feeds itself… You could kill it before it got its first little stamp pad, easily, with paperwork, because it couldn’t stamp the date on the memo by itself.
WHO WILL DEFEND THE BABY CORPORATIONS!??!
I was tempted to write tare it asunder.
First you tare, then you get the net. Then you knock it on the noggin, kiss it goodnight, and slap its buttock.
Batter up!!!
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