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RE: ADSactly Steem Commmunity - What Constitutes Abuse and What Type of Content is Suitable for High Value Upvotes?

in #adsactly7 years ago

Not sure what to say. I have been tearing my nails off try to comprehend the disparity of the people that claim they are writers, poets, painters, builders, philosophers. Very depressing, I spend hours upon hours learning to stay in touch with technology. Everytime I think that I have a leg up, I get trumped. As you can see I am new to the community. I am floored by the members on here that have no content whats o ever, yet have a wallet that sends shivers down my spine.
It has always been a uphill battle for me it seems. I never ever like the way the people of the world embrace certain ideals. The "mob" has always scared me. Me personally have seldom been on the same highway, and have always taken the back road to salvation.
My experience with other multimedia platforms as left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. I learned the hard way, you see, I was raped by a IP huger. My music and written word were ripped out of my so called copyrighted thought. Going into a tail spin I vowed not to let that happen again. It has been two years since my father and best friend past away. It is a unbelievable feeling watching souls die, enlighten souls, competent souls. I look at the people that survive and wonder to myself when am I going to wake up. The dream that I am currently in is full of dismay, trespassers, resentment, sadness. I often say the same as the author, the copy paste generation. No original thought, they want it easy, they want a quick fuck. The moral and ethical standards of the people that embrace the devilish placement of embedded corporations. Microsoft, Google, Facebook, Apple are an example of entities of abusual fortification offering "free" cookies to the unsuspecting children.
I will close with this poem....
Do not look over there
You will not like what you see
If you come with me
Over the glade will be
just over the sea
there will be a blanket
covering your state of being

r.a. di pietrantonio

take care, beware, I will be waiting for thee