throughout time and space it seems like a brand new race is foraging through the dayglo colors and the Napa Valley wines and they're just in time to inherit this landscaped nightmare that's happening everywhere riding on e-bikes or pretending to “drop mics” they've pillaged and robbed for the very last time and it's the end of the line for these children on recess but I digress because accountability will have its say when there is no other way and we were the crazy ones once and doing it on all fronts and this dog still hunts
thanks, and you know what?..IDK what I did, but I removed the toolbar from the Substack publishing page, so I can't publish a new photo everytime I publish a poem. It doesnt give me that choice anymore, and I noticed it uses my contact pic for every new poem. So now I keep changing my contact/bio pic for every new poem, which SUCKS, bc I used to have fun matching up crazy pics with each choice of poetry, not to mention whatever contact pic I use repeats itself back to the first time I had the problem. So now I have 20 poems with that stupid balsa wood toy plane as title pic. I haven’t been able to figure it out, but there is a way to get the toolbar back.
This has a wonderful flow. Where did my Jeff Beck photo go? 😁
thanks, and you know what?..IDK what I did, but I removed the toolbar from the Substack publishing page, so I can't publish a new photo everytime I publish a poem. It doesnt give me that choice anymore, and I noticed it uses my contact pic for every new poem. So now I keep changing my contact/bio pic for every new poem, which SUCKS, bc I used to have fun matching up crazy pics with each choice of poetry, not to mention whatever contact pic I use repeats itself back to the first time I had the problem. So now I have 20 poems with that stupid balsa wood toy plane as title pic. I haven’t been able to figure it out, but there is a way to get the toolbar back.
The world is always going to Hell in a handbasket, but whenever we set it down for a moment we see that we are a quarter of the way to Paradise.
Then the handbasket gets stolen.
yeah, or it breaks, lol.. great analysis!