Ezra said it right. Zion don't love me. Babylon don't love me. So? I love you anyway you stupid people.
— Baxley (@Baxley) November 19, 2013
Much less could his declining age Vanessa’s earliest thoughts engage;
— Darryl + Angela (@thebelovedglass) February 9, 2015
Whom Pallas once, Vanessa’s tutor, Had fix’d on for her coadjutor.
— Baxley+Glass (@BaxleyGlass) February 9, 2015
Cadenus many things had writ: Vanessa much esteem’d his wit,
— Gidget Glass (@GlassGidget) February 9, 2015
Nor shall Vanessa be the theme To manage thy abortive scheme:
— Baxley (@Baxley) February 9, 2015
Both sexes, arm’d with guilt and spite, Against Vanessa’s power unite:
— Angela Marié Glass (@Ang) February 9, 2015
But, not to dwell on things minute, Vanessa finish’d the dispute;
— Andrea Verardi Duty (@dreamnibbles) February 9, 2015
A friend and I were wondering about the etymology of the word Christendom the other day, and theorized that it might have meant to imply “Christ’s Kingdom”, only given Revelation, it would be the kingdom of the false Christ.
I then came across this story…
In a not too distant future, societies of all countries come to rely on an intricate network of artificial intelligence devices designed to bring efficacy to man’s life. Yet, man continues to devour himself in useless wars. A strong political hierarchy now divides all powers into three factions, and A. I. devices rapidly gain ground as efficiency becomes a priority.
As social revolts grow worse everyday, authorities seek ways to control their citizens. They decide to carry out a series of tests that will determine not only whether some crucial powers can be transferred to non human entities, but also whether man is ready to yield those powers. Continue reading
This story begins with the end of the world.
My story comes out before this one.
Why I adore the Atlantic: Biblical references abound amidst astute observations on the politics of Syria.
“Obama is about to walk the road to Damascus: the president who sought to end Middle Eastern conflict will convert to the goal of violent regime change.” Continue reading
“A long time ago you broke out of the harness.
You shook off all restraints.
You said, ‘I will not serve!’
and off you went,
Visiting every sex-and-religion shrine on the way,
like a common whore.
You were a select vine when I planted you
from completely reliable stock.
And look how you’ve turned out—
a tangle of rancid growth, a poor excuse for a vine.
Scrub, using the strongest soaps.
Scour your skin raw.”
“How dare you tell me, ‘I’m not stained by sin.
I’ve never chased after the Baal sex gods’!
Well, look at the tracks you’ve left behind in the valley.
How do you account for what is written in the desert dust—
Tracks of a camel in heat, running this way and that,
tracks of a wild donkey in rut,
Sniffing the wind for the slightest scent of sex.
Who could possibly corral her!
On the hunt for sex, sex, and more sex—
insatiable, indiscriminate, promiscuous.
“Slow down. Take a deep breath. What’s the hurry?
Why wear yourself out? Just what are you after anyway?
But you say, ‘I can’t help it. I’m addicted to alien gods. I can’t quit.’
“Wisdom’s a gift, but you’d trade it for youth
Age is an honor – it’s still not the truth
We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl
Maybe she’s gone and I can’t resurrect her
The truth is she doesn’t need me to protect her
We know the true death, the true way of all flesh
Everyone’s dying, but girl—you’re not old yet”
True Stories are better than Fiction
My boots were made for walkin’… whether they’re the cowboy or Spanish…
If I sang, would you… sing with me?
Pockets full of posies,
We all fall down.
Hi folks. I’ve been blogging since sometime in 1997—I don’t know where my original blog is, it was on Earthlink, Geocities or something like that—somewhere along the way I stopped blogging. Whereas once I was just an anonymous voice on the Internet—pre there even being such a word as “blogging”—now there was Google.
Going from anonymous to identified, I found myself scared to write anymore.
That era has ended.
I’ll start telling the story. But I’m sorry, mostly it’ll be told how it unfolded, and at my own whimsy and whim. Published on the days that it happened, or as it should be dated by my own judgment.
I publish as Spunky Gidget as my alter identity, @ang @baxley are different personas. Ang, like the nickname, is intimate for my closest friends and family. Baxley is who I am, the one you all love and know. I have other web presences out there, and maybe over time I’ll even disclose those, the who, what, when and why of the identities. In any case, Spunky Gidget is what brought me to the Internet, and that’s how you’ll hear my voice.
That way Angela Baxley can keep her reputation intact, at least for a little while longer! 😉