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Simple, Hot and Deep
An entrepreneurs creed
I learned this phrase from working with Trip Hawkins indeed
That's the key to a good consumer product
make it easy to navigate, sleek in design and just this side of crazy
Make it feature rich and customizable
Give the consumer the controls so it's not lazy
It's the fantasy of control that drives a consumers engagement and enjoyment, that relevant detail lost on many a developers deployment
As a producer I see it time and again
they get lost in bad interface and endless steps to get to the end
Trip isn't always right, he was responsible for the single button mouse on the MAC. And us experienced PC users make bawdy remarks about that and a few wise cracks.
But Trip is a genius and inspirational to boot.
And I listen intently whenever he opens that chute
Because the nuggets of truth and refined thought that pour out
are gold mine worthy, have no doubt.
Simple, hot and deep. Artimus (C) Susan Manley 10/05/2023
What is love?
love is osmosis
something absorbed
it creeps up on you
right through your pores
it cant be avoided
unless there is no contact
it generates heat... and a yearning for contract
Love has moved mountains
love has dug depths
Love can pull you into a emotional wreck
A spiral up... a spiral down
the elevator underground
Love knows no bounds
it knows no time
it continues on
without reason or rhyme
it can take you to the depths of your very soul
and cradle you in comfort, be your end goal
For Stephen Chef4u1000 ... what is love (C) Artimus Susan Manley 12/9/2009
How do you turn it off? that was your question I know.. I haven't a clue... I am just a Bard.
A cage not of your making
your own expiration date
Your mother branded you with it
and made you wear it even to date
It was announced at family dinners
with strangers in the room
It was told to every family friend
of my own impending doom
How it made me feel was not considered
not given a meager thought
She just had to get that out there
because it was important and fraught
And then when I grew older and objected
she did it on the sly
Took aside my companions
and injected them with her sick dye
I was told I should never have children
I was told I should avoid many things in life
She colored my world and put me in box
and invaded my personal space causing strife
Till I ran away across several states
and she came to fetch me back
And then there was a kind of truce
as she knew I could leave and be free
And I also knew it, so I worked at emancipating me
So she instead worked on my boyfriends filling them full of lies
And I stopped bringing anyone home
and I lived completely outside
And I started a professional life and never again did the two meet
and she was not able to control my life again nor even make a peep
and then I had some peace.
The kicker? I was not sick, she was, but I was too young to know.
Artimus 9/23/23 9:25AM (C) Susan Manley
Truth isnt what you think today
truth will be true tomorrow too
Truth isnt just what you feel
Its what happened, the facts, the data...
Interpreted truth is our own reality..
Our "rose colored glasses" on life
Psychiatry calls it our "filter" that we interpret the world through...
I dont know how to explain the truth in any simpler terms
To those that dont practice it
I am constantly amazed at the deception and self deception I see
The manipulation and meddleing in others affairs
You gain nothing by bending others to your will... They ususally snap back and are resentful
The truth on that is you can only change yourself...
The Truth... (C) Artimus - Susan Manley 7-19-2005
The avalanche of human souls
those who crossed over
before achieving their goals.
So their spirits linger on,
and their loved ones hear them moan
as whispers in their thoughts.
The corporeal self can flee
the physical pain of life,
but emotion and intellect continue
spirit, the soul intact.
It takes time to release regrets,
to mourn the loss of life,
to reconnect or redirect
that entity of energy.
But it goes on.
They are still out there.
They are still involved.
They still care.
Those whispered words in your sleep,
the loved one’s phrases you draw on
that is them.
If you quiet your mind
and stop your ego interfering,
you can tune into intuition
and hear them without superstition.
It is otherworldly,
outstanding.
It will change the course of your life.
Death has a new meaning
and so does life.
The meaning of life is the complex web we weave:
all the interactions, all the souls we meet,
all the objectives and accomplishments we drive.
We are the sum of our intentions and actions,
and for those we pay
working off karmic debt,
living life over in replay.
In contrast to Western religion,
we return to this spot
to figure things out;
life lessons are sought.
And with that, if we have met,
we shall likely meet again.
We shall likely meet again.
©In the Afterlife - Artimus, Susan Manley 1/17/2026 12:18AM All Rights Reserved
Riding the porcelain pony
the chemo hershey squirts
Not my favorite moments
but your inspiration for song
helps me get it along
and I come out laughing now
I am doing tea and toast for breakfast
a banana chaser oh how passe
I feel just like a toddler
right down to my sore hiney
Still I am laughing on the inside
and writing on with pride
for this too soon shall pass I know
And I love joking with you
and sure do miss you
a chat with you makes my days flow
So laugh for the comedian girl
she's going through something
but will triumph in the end
She standing up to cancer
cause that
and with that I tell you again
I love you see you soon
Standing up to cancer , Artimus (C) Susan Manley 11/1/2023 10:04AM
Country music, his influence.
Today I contemplate those perfect soft mounds of flesh
the pillows upon my chest
For one has sent me on a quest
a lump you see that has paused my rest
We did the 3d mammogram
followed immediately by an ultrasound
And now its biopsy day tomorrow
and my matched set will be scarred I fear
The progression of this process has been slow
quite the test
messed up appointments
and a road closure due to fire no less
And it's taken 2 months to get here
and so the moment of truth is near
What exactly does it mean?
Will it be removed
Stay tuned - Artimus 10/8/2023 (C) Susan Manley
Actually it's intense chemo for me, followed by surgery, and later radiation you see. My future includes loss of all hair, and a lot of not fun.
It's rare that most would call me a hot head
I am usually the coolest cucumber instead
I have no tells, so their heads don't swell
and I don't get entangled to soon
But there is this tall lanky guy you see
who plays a mean bluegrass guitar so sweet!
and he's turned me on my head
my tongue lolling out the side, I feel a big oh wet appetite
Its going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and I intend to make him sing oh yeah oh how deee
I do drive like a race car driver I confess
and mr ex officer may have to give me a new test
until he gets over that
I will have a bit of time to press
But never before would anyone claim I swear
that I was a hot headed daredevil minx
its this tall lanky boy and his talk of being my toy
and I don't ever want it to jinx
It's going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and I intend to make him sing hot diggity!
I wonder how he likes his ice cubes. jagged or smooth
and how stiff he likes his drinks
on the rocks or straight shot no lube
And I just await tying him down so we can just work out the kinks
It's going to be corn dogs yeah baby and ice cream cones
I have to whip up these muscles and work on my tone
He gonna have expectations of meee
and a month of head bobbin review with a view
- Corn Dogs and Ice Cream Cones for Brian - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 4/22/24 1:51AM
She is a low life skank
Trailer trash honey
Dressing all up
And taking your money
But I would trip her if I saw her
And spill my coffee on her dress
And make her into disheveled mess
And yes darlin,
She done you wrong,
So I wrote this song....
Your wife should not napalm your life
To sleep with all your friends
That was no way to make amends
It makes her just a hussy
And a low class ****
And there is no makeup or outfit That can dress that up
You can’t pull that kind of high jinx
And expect any man,
to ever fall for you again
So she will be alone, just wait and see
And we can sing about it and someday laugh you will see
Love you Cowboy Poet, this was not your fault . (C) Artimus Susan Manley 10:55 AM 10/30/23
In the land of "If" somewhere this side of forgotten dreams
the world is very foggy and nothing is as it seems
There are no deadlines or plans
things just happen as they may
There are no new commitments made
nothing beyond today
For the land of If is living in the moment
but without working for your dreams
Your dreams are somehow forgotten
among everyday ordinary things
And you have no firm goals
beyond the few basic cares
and you are in stasis
and the daily grind seems to wear
the land of if, is for you to fill with your dreams
you only need to remember them
and put plans down to earn
For anything you can think of is possible too,
though the dates and times and persons may change
as things go along they are skewed.
But the intent it to reach nirvana the things that will bring you to bliss
and to not live a life wondering what you did miss
Money, fame, power, unconditional love
are all available to anyone and are not a mystery above
We can get what we dream of if we only make a plan.
And work it every day, and on our principals make a stand
So make your land of "IF" a realization of your dreams
and life will never be the same again I promise you, its as easy as it seems
The Land of "If" For Tye (C) copyright Friday April 6, 2007 - Artimus AKA Susan Manley