que of mails made my sails

 Hello Reader,

Whenever I poke reader from Germany they get shy and disappear...

Sorry reader from Germany it was not my intention...See reader I have been asking to you that not to intervene with the creation process...but as you see as the writer I can't stop to poke the reader here all the time...

Its something like this in our unsigned agreement...here I have the voice as there is information being generated and transmitted to reader, from your side you read the information as reader and as writer I am not concerned whether its being comprehended...or being liked and or hated...reading is your domain and writing is my domain...Yes you can write to me but I have the right to not read it...but for female readers if you send me your nudes I will definitely take a peek (or multiple peeks, it depends...) male readers please don't send me your nudes...So as writer I write as I please as reader you read as you please...not strings attached a fair and square deal...

Reader today I don't want to work at all...Its one of those days...I just don't have the energy...don't get me wrong I can write here all day instead of working...but unfortunately this don't feed me :(

I am not sure how would I feel if this is what I had in hand to feed myself?  Would I say the same thing for writing here? Like "I don't want to write today at all..."

Normally, if you have a piece of land and can grow and gather food...The only work you need to do is to tend your food...Its so natural and normal but actually a dream for us now...When and how this transformation happened and how and when we were ripped from our nature? Was this a progress? Was this an exchange of an healthy connected soul to convenient effortless living?....If my soul is in yearning and imprisoned, what's the meaning of convenience? How it is any different than being in prison? You get 3 meals a day there and you do nothing? A big convenience...So you work to put the food on the table with your mind and your body is not trapped in a visible cell, but your soul does...

off status sage, que of mails made my sails 

drunk owl with red eyes stand on gate's of shy valleys,

abundant designed planet is an evidence

of sexial hot days and axial cold rays.

pendant mishandled sonnet sense,

correspondent dial bot, prays and demand influential old ways

                                                               King H. Ironson

(Photograph: Bingqian Li - Pexels)