this was the original blog – then I got the notion to change names and focuses and messed with settings – maybe I did a transfer? Funny how this one feels like stepping into a long-forgotten home that emits coziness. Hm? Transfer everything back to here? Nah. Leave alone what is. Start or restart afresh here. Let the Timmy Tales become reborn. And let them come forth here, and richly so. Hm-hm-yummy.
Whatever I did to cause followers to follow this blog where nothing exists instead of the blog I put most work on eludes me and could send me into the arms of insanity for trying to backtrack or make proper fixes. So instead of that, I guess I’ll put stuff here too. But please be advised: this poet-writer-misfit is presently in a highly trying situation, as in, there is a memory that words were more smoothly composed and brought entertaining results; that joyous abandon has diminished these days and I credit a difficult environment that gives great challenge to concentration.
Hm, but what to put here? Hm, reblog a few poetic things? Sure. Reblog a few poetic things.