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If it's Billy's All Nude Page 3 Girls... Quit drooling and click the link.

Is poetry what you seek? Then click on poetry.

Perhaps you're looking for my short stories?

Read it and Weep is my take on national politics.

Operation Enduring Digitarti is advice on becoming a best selling author that parodies the Bush Administration and popular culture.

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Aesop's Prophecy
The Adventurers of Veggie Head Stalker
Confuseus Sez
Armed and Digital is Billy's photography.
Classic poems and stories from the public domain.
Fast Food Poetry
Stumbling Verse
Music
Poet of the Day... most days.
Parking Meter Poetry
How To Of The Day Remember: If Billy can't fix it you don't need it.
Billy Wants To Know and you will too.
Odd News is real news that's really odd.
Billy Reviews Things No One Dares A parody of Uncle Orson Scott Card
Billy's Internet Tours
What Would Billy Do?
Punch Line First.
Blogging Tips
Video
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I don't think it's a secret to most that BloggingPoet.com has moved yet again. It's nothing personal it's just that the old site was turning a profit and feeding me before I moved here but since coming here my traffic and revenue has steadily fallen so rather than wait until it dies altogether I decided to move BloggingPoet.com back to where it one was.

I don't know and don't understand what the difference is, I just know that little I tried here seemed to work. That is, nothing works as well here as it works there. I can post here and nobody reads it but the same post there will get a thousand readers or more. It's simply beyond me to make it work so I moved my blog back to where I was previously successful.

You see, it's all about this annoying habit I have. It's called eating and when you're a full time blogger you have to eat where the food is. Yeah, the partners here will probably strike it rich someday and I'll miss the feast but my plate is empty now. You see, poor people simply don't have the means to wait out long term investments.

I'm still around, managing the network, logging in everyday, eliminating spam and running-off the almost daily sploggers from Musecrafters as a whole but my personal blog is here no more. There's still lots of stuff to read here and I'll be a while moving it all so feel free to look around and enjoy what you find.

Sorry, sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men... How does that go?

Here's a sneak preview.

The poetry carnival returns, read about it at the Ringing Of The Bards.

Like many of you I'm still waiting to hear the results of the write-in ballots from Tuesday's local elections. Reader Doug Hofer e-mailed the Guilford County Board of Elections and asked when the count would be available. Their answer was:

"We are tabulating write-ins right now. We should have them completed by tomorrow morning."

Thanks,
Craig Fox
Elections
641-4530

Tomorrow morning should be sometime this morning as Doug's answer came yesterday. Maybe they'll post it to their website.

Blogsboro is changing and what was once just one city of creative people has become a world of creative people and the new Blogsboro.com Network is growing to include the entire world.

PS. And you're invited.

The best bums in the world!

Read it and weep.

Via Bubba.

I guess I should be writing about Halloween but I've never found ghosts and goblins to be all that inspiring (frankly they scare me) so I thought I'd point you to some folks who are writing about Halloween.

Clang a Bang

Clang-a-bang sounds at night
Rattling old bones.
Angry screams, howls of fright.
I'm not alone.

Footfalls loud, dancing glee.
Skeletal joy.
Are they coming for me?
Am I death's toy?

Read it if you dare.

Last Gig at Lookout Point

Crystal Brodnax felt her heart beat in her ears with each foot placed in front of the other, the park’s running course kicking her ass this afternoon. But, if advancing years were to be kept at bay, she must keep running—if indeed her current pace could really be construed to be ‘running’. She recalled two little boys on skateboards who had passed her with no problem whatsoever, the little bastards barely slowing down to give her a sideways glance, as though she were but another park statue (without the benefit of decades of pigeon shit or cascading fountain to establish her presence). The breeze, still too warm to reward her rapid exhalations with prominence, nevertheless foretold the rapidly approaching autumnal season with a bite that seared her lungs a little. Soon, she would need to replace her silk warm-up jacket with more suitable woolen attire if she were to continue her early evening regimens, but with dusk fast approaching, her immediate goal included only getting back to Woodshire Boulevard without getting raped and/or murdered. Find out what happens next.

My Evening

I've had a few bad days lately but last night was wonderful. We decided earlier this week that we would go to Springfield to the Hotel of Terror. I'm not usually too crazy about scary things but I agreed to go. So we go to Springfield. Jacob takes me to my favorite restaurant Mr. Yen’s. He tells the lady that we have a reservation. I didn't know he had made reservations. We get seated and I'm looking at my menu when I hear someone say my name. I looked up expecting to see someone we knew and I saw the manager standing there with a huge bouquet of flowers! I was so surprised. Turns out that Jacob had called and talked with Mr. Yens and set everything up. He then called and ordered flowers from a local florist and had them delivered to Mr. Yens so they would deliver them to me when we were there. They then bring us our appetizer which was the coolest thing ever. It had beef strips and sauce on sticks and a small fire pot that we got to roast them over. It was YUMMY! Our food came and we ate. It was delicious as always.  How yummy was it?