ambergris

if she's a ten, you're an asset.

what if she's an eleven?

when asked, i never gave zuckerberg my permission to use any of my shit on facebook. i stayed at the bottom and built online presence with some likes and a vast number of loves. yes, over twenty years, anyone who took the time to share something cool or pretty, these two eyeballs would look, process and these finger digits would smash the icon. a real face and a red heart to encourage even the tiniest, most insignificant of assets to keep going, and keep amplifying their interests and achievements. by caring for strangers, just a little, i made good, loyal, incredibly grateful friends.  

staring into little black devices searching for meaning to their lives and company for their fun and solace for their woes. why wouldn't i be a big pot of sweet, nourishing honey for their lonely souls. 

but what makes me an eleven? ...i would never take money, from anyone, to dew it.