2 AM: Morning Free-writing: Twitter/Facebook Integration: The Power of Failure: Ive failed over and over and over again in my life. ... I tend to simply keep on trying. The missing ingredient for yet another change at least online is to intertwine my flailing Twitter page with my flailing Facebook page, both of which give me the heebie-jeebies, which is a term that I use to describe a particular type of anxiety—or something—usually UN-related to a certain person or place. I mix up the dictionary. I mix up words. I mix up successes and failures. I just woke up. Time for change. Hate mail had come in yesterday …. A lot. Flailing book sales, though I have not checked my royalty report today. Zip. Zip. Blam. I listen quietly to the Beach Boys, missing Long Beach ... tired, my eyes heavy with crust and oily saturation. I went bowling yesterday. (Random thought? Indeed.) My personal Facebook page, my so-called private page, loss. My family? Lost. My love of lunacy? Grand. Intact. My free writing. Nonsensical and brilliant. I tried to run . . . run away from home and I am 40 years old. My apologies, I am 38 still, until 17 January unsure if I’ll make it to 40 so I lie. I exaggerate. I like the shock element. I just received a graceful dose of déjà vu writing that. I try to maintain it. I love déjà vu. In short I am incorporating my Twitter page with my Facebook Fan Page. I tried it on Harnisch Tweets and lost 20% of followers overnight. Failure. I determine what failure means to me. I am brilliant genius demagogue. Hell, I invented online shopping in 1991. Oh, that piece is written in Second Alibi (on Amazon) yes, the website I built for Bezos, which he nabbed in ’94. Pops. Pops. Pops. I am weird. I crave loss. Online loss. Loss of grandiosity like Porcelain Utopia formerly the most viral self-hosted WordPress site known and I created it, on a drug called schizophrenia, called crazy. Craziness. I don’t care today, about followers. I may have schizophrenia but I am not Jesus. I don’t need followers. I don’t need fans. I don’t need money or family. I don’t even need peace. I need drama and chaos, baby. We are all just babies. Babies, man. Babes. Unfollow. Dislike. Un-friend. Let’s play pretend. After all the most relevant song about life says it is a small world and it is all … all… all… but a dream. Now that is real-deal. (P.S. If this doesn’t make sense, jump into my head for 1 minute. Then you’ll see!) Have a great morning friends, foes and lovers, fans. I’m just being me. I am in a witty-tatty mood. Having a hefty little dose of funnies. #PEACE. Thanks to those who decide to stick around and read, watch listen and see every little thing I do at least online or through hacking. Praise to you, the die hard fans of voila, moi. I McLove that the most. Knowing who is true. Hell, maybe I do feel a little like Jesus. LOL. I built these cities. Now, it’s playtime. Recess. Who doesn’t love 3rd grade recess, especially when you’re still supposed to be in Kindergarten, at least then, oh memories. Oh loss. What a pitter patter bitter pill. Look... — Jonathan Harnisch Images by: Changes Coming w/ an early #TBT from Jonathan Harnisch Tweets Etc. 2012.
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