I don't believe I'm abrasive or all-knowing, or even showy, but when I get truly nervous, the words and ideas seem to just slip out like a running faucet.
It would seem I can't shake the hate, or more appropriately,
that evil eye, which follows me around persistently, yet has no mouth or courage to state what the problem could possibly be. I need a ward-off. Would you, could you please, assist?
I'm going to take a shot of this (below), then be back for some more of my "irrelevance" and "spam". (I've been here for the past hour, and posted just seven times; what about any one of my posts says spam? I can't even remember the last time I started a post one minute, and had the short time to submit it the very next. I so much dislike not even being appreciated for what I decide to contribute; not many thanks are thrown at me like grains of rice; but to actually be told to 'shoo away'... leaves me feeling empty. I also very suck at saying 'I'm not a whiner', yet consistently come back for more abuse by some.)
Right. My can.
(I'll be adding a right context to it in a bit; but, I think, this should be the logo for the TLTE!)