Sunday, February 14, 2021

Queen of France

Tears for Fears: over Online Advertiser's Refusals

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Advertiser Refusals
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Tears for Fears

I'm not doing well on this internet of commercial links, here and there. & I've written about 3 blog-affiliate-style sites and no click-thrus!, meaning 0 money.
This time, perhaps another try that's all. Maybe poetry or travel with a click thru to a book. I think I'm reaching the end of ever remembering exhuberance, 55, and 25 yrs online have left me too penniless. I don't believe I fit into the pay-per-word writer sites, either.
Somehow, this last week my robots.txt blog file was disrupted into a fail, and I hadn't changed it. So, I don't trust there is any chance right now of me earning an income by becoming an affiliate.
I'll add on of their images and links to my sites now and then, but eventually they say I'm no longer their affiliate due to "not enough traffic".
It's No matter, that I traveled afar and lived abroad for over 20 yrs, wrote and 30 books: published, kindle, made artsy notebooks, learned 70 arias.
It appears what smattering of self I have on offer, is of no interest to others, not even in a click away from in order to earn a financial gain.


Youtube proved many years ago just how they could block my site from potential subscribers, when they turned me into a talking mirror for over 10 yrs.
Along the same time Youtube removed my chance of monetization due to low subscribers. I was halted at around 70 fake subscribers. When they wanted to destroy a person into poverty they really did. I've aged a hundred yrs, from the anxiety they've put me through. I am feeling old now, not 55. The agonies from constant monetary refusals, has been trying to kill me inside.
It's become a "do" machine of learning processes, that haven't rewarded.
Forcing me with my only breaths left, to just be a bitchy complainer, when it wasn't ever my original nature.
It was too important for someone to stop me from expressing myself, and make me feel so low, that each day I wake, I can only wince at the hurtful chance, that I'm still alive.
Why am I given a life to breathe as thus? What the hell was I born for?
The meaning of life will not be found through me, only the beg for death to take me away sooner. The people are fake, trendy and superficial, expressing the same mechanisms taught to them on this machine. All the while, I've worked diligently, 7 days a week 12-16 hour work days with no holidays. Albeit my blogs may not be perfect & I have a few mispellings, but not enough to destroy a person on purpose. "Gutted". & I also refuse to sleep with an "SEO Specialist," as a method of "Help" in order to thrive online.
cake display
cake display

& The Winner is: ...Baking Cakes?!

No matter, if that's what my life has become. Somehow a lady who bakes cakes, can afford a thousand dollar camera, that doesn't require the brightest of snow in order to take a picture. No, apparently, she and many others earn a living online. For the bored with my site people: Here's an auspicious link to a high ranking Baker of Vegan Cakes.
It's a lose for me, the computer era has sent me into an early go-away. I don't want to compromise myself and link to more garbage that hurts the world either, so I guess I'll just lose, unless I try again, fighting though the smidgeon of limited options available for survival.
I'm tired of the machine, that keeps telling me; my words, ideas, and efforts are worthless.
Anyhoo, I guess I'll continue to write another post or two or three, away from "my indulgent self" here, that wants an income.
Don't bother to Wish me Luck, because I don't expect success anymore. Only a quiet down into life's final out.
Should of, should of, should of, stayed with counter mania or the big whois, should of. But there was "godaddy", eating up all the other competition, along with stupid business decisions from me back in 1996. I just continue to lose and the smiley ones win.
I'm just a consciousness against: their religions, their compromised selves, & their diligence to turn this internet into a constant sell-anything machine. & Yet, I too still require an income, even with all this mandatory consumerism.