Thanks, you grubby trolls. My bowl is empty. That is not a banana.
I removed most of the ads from my site. Google does not pay small fry anything. I had a better time before Google came in and o’ershadowed my “non-SEO” site with it’s giant, mothering vulture buttocks, trying to hatch a paycheck out of me.
Why?
I have another site where I was able to manually put my own SEO into the website to get traffic analysis. I need to explore the ability to appeal to the duckduckgo and mozilla crowds. The model is not sustainable. I am a real person with real needs, and I am more than a “person” like a corporation, I am an interdividual, a rooted thought machine, a bumbling dimension among others, a hypershape.
This attempt to box and commify everything stinks of Roman sumptuary law, dressing within one’s rank. Screw you boxes. I am STUFF. I have an ability to change shape. I do what I want. You can’t stick me in a bottle or a can. I am the Intergalactic Medium, I is what I ain’t.
Go do the China dance somewhere else. I am bananas in many forms, more simulation than real. Curved, svelte, sweet, and the best thing about the internet and it’s rather foul fu fu porridge of topical commerce.
Fifty State Banana 