April fools was a wonderful day for me when I was a child.

As I age, nothing changes and I find it is the best time to get even with those that seek to silience your voice!

https://www.reddit.com/user/LaughingMANB/comments/88dt0r/now_why_would_this_occur/?ref=share&ref_source=link

*Ping-backers* clearly did not realize that you can not put an eagle in a cage, or trap a wolf with his own set of rules. Clearly they have not seen my art work or have not  learned the concept of  Marquess of Queensberry rules. I don't know what there problem is but I must have touched some buttons many would rather I have left alone and that makes me smile from here to...well what is very far from me....I can smile until I reach the Moon.

  Is it fun being targeted: No, but I would not be a good storyteller If I did not have something of value to share.

If people go out of there way, to hide what you have to say, there must be somthing to it, "huh?"

This is part of the reason why my book would be great for people to read and pass the time with.

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/AVplusME I don't have to put on my mask and dawn a super hero name and neither do you, just live a little bit and things stanger than fiction will occur and all you have to do is ask,

"Why?!"

 The only thing I did not like about April Fools, was the fact that sometimes you are not the one left laughing.

Did you not hear me when I said my name is "ADVENT VOICE!?"

I believe it is Irrefutably disrepectly to coddle this censorship behavior from a repressive organization like Cialis tablets australia cialisessale.com  I have been targeted by ED deficiency supporters because I have the gonads to say what needs to be said.

Go figure.

Don't think for a minute I have let go of the story about my package. The wolf is still on the hunt.

Something else just crossed my nose and I am curious if anyone else has ever felt this way.

https://www.reddit.com/user/LaughingMANB/comments/885xwm/questions_ive_raised_about_social_media/

It is very funny. Not really, I find it annoying that there seems to be so many people that are afraid to use there minds or to even be honest or fair anymore:

  Compressed Oxygen, Liquid Oxygen, An Oxygen concentrator in the U.S. costs $2,500 for those that are not qualified through Health Plans. We do understand when we are told we have to seek health care through Private firms that means we are paying out of pocket. So why do health providers ask for your prescription plans when they just heard you say, "You are looking for "Private" means to acquire health services for a family member?" Secondly: why do they suggest $3,000 for an oxygen tank is expensive: Who cares about expense: When they are asking to pay out of pocket for your health product? Since when is Oxygen rated as a drug anyway? Find more information at www.Drugs.com

  So Oxygen is as high priced as Water and both are needed to help people. You are a douchebag if you want to help people. We must charge them the average rent of a San Francisco suite, mind you this is a  fact: [✨]  100,000$ a year in san fransisco is considered low income [🗣] [👀]!

Ok no more math:

After all the numbers are filed and settled it is obvious that someone needs to make money. My question remains, how is anyone to make money if all those people in a room have the same issues and are not able to branch out to anyone that can give positive input. Positive input being a substantial income.

 Lastly, how do any of these companies make it, with the finicial straint the world is in, on conning everyone they meet. Really, rob someone for a 40.00 package. Wait until I share the whole story, about that case.

It is a doozy.

https://www.reddit.com/r/u_LaughingMANB/comments/87cxc5/the_ethics_of_good_business/?ref=share&ref_source=link  <<<BASED ON A TRUE STORY>>>

 I have a history for going above and beyond for the things in life I desire. (Have you seen my art, that is not just a mode of expression, those are discourses on how I see the world. Larger than Life.)

  This being said, it should be no surprise to any of you, that though the information in the above link seems to be mild at best of an issue. Something that can be fixed with a minor phone call and a refund of property or funds. This approach has yet to occure and clearly not from my lack of trying. So I have set out to raise polling boards on this issue.

"HOW FAR WILL YOU GO FOR  A PACKAGE?"

I am a man no different from any other man and just wants honesty from those that say they can deliver on a promise.

Especially one I bought and paid for.

https://www.reddit.com/r/u_LaughingMANB/comments/87cxc5/the_ethics_of_good_business/?ref=share&ref_source=link <<<The previous link is BASED on a TRUE Story>>>

Tune in Next TIME to see if the package is delivered!

Lets hope it is not something we have to wait until next year to find out! (Which leads me to my next question, "How long would you wait for a package, before you are caught doing this?")

 It is a shame we have to meet like this over a $40.00 box.

So I pride myself in being honest. An honest dealer of all sorts and expect the same behavior from the people I do business with.

Learn what happens and what can happen when you are found doing bad buisness in this new age of TECH and social world we call the Internet Marketing:

Learn why it pays to be good to everyone:

https://my.wealthyaffiliate.com/laughsmiles/blog/good-buisness-is-learned-through-the-mistakes-of-others

So I contacted Red Clay Review and they are reviewing my prose and I have to wait until the deadline to see who won or if I am up for the drawing. They told me normally the winners are asked to give a brief bio of themselves, and it got me to thinking, as a creator how have I grown and how would I describe myself in 1-3 sentences?

I am stumped but I think this is a good excerise for a lot of us that enjoy creating and telling a story.

I would love to take the burden of not having to talk about myself off of my hands and ask those that view my work, "What do you see when you see me?"

Using the little view points that are given to devise a draft for this review. I am not vain enough to believe I am anymore than what I show people and though I talk about myself: A lot: it seems on these few posts. I talk a lot about how I view the world and see things; but I enjoy the fact that as a creator I don't have to talk about me and just what I see.

Now I am asked to talk about mysefl and it can't be long winded. Even when I wrote Black Amethyst the only thing that could be said to show of me, was the idea that no writer or creator can leave a project without involving himself a little. The truth is no real artist can speak on anything he or she has not been involved in personally or there is no authenticty and it is pure fantasy/conjecture. Running the risk of angering your audience and having them deem you a  creator of little experience or worth. Sometimes we run into the idea that even fantasy has a level of truth, relative to the creator, and this only occures because of the idea that no creator can walk away from a project without revealing something of themselves from it.

  This very issue is why those from my past or present or future can hear me speak. I can use another name entierly, change setting and location, but if I am delivering a story, someone who is close to me, will realize I might have used experiances involving them. To save them and myself from any unnesscary embarresment, I try to talk solely of myself or in generic terms.

  All this talk about ego and identity simply raises the question, "What do you see when you see me?"

There were so many different things that made the weekends better than our dreams.

#Snowdays where we could play kissy face for hours.

#Playdates where I would walk you home late.

#Filling in the filler episodes of anime's with your face.

#Reciting lines from our favorite movies like Shrek, when the gingerbread man was made to squeel about his gumdrop buttons and I made you squeel in return about yours.

#A riotous case that decided to grow up a little too late. I can't talk about my childhood wiithout talking about you and that's the boob of the situation. Half the reason why you run everytime you see me, asking rididulous questions like, was that you tweeting. What a joke, I can have a new face, a new name, a new job, grow up from the old pain and I say one word and you can see me. The only one that has ever been able to answer this riddle with a smirk. "When you see me what do you see?"

#This is the release, final explosion from yesterday's lame brained debates. There are things we will never be able to justify and the question remains why try.  https://adventgradepress.com/2018/03/a-year-of-intrigue-adventure/

For men like me that question is rediculous, we try because we still have breathe. We reason with our mouths and the air that fills our vests.

  I don’t feel a thing
 and I stopped remembering
The days are just like moments turned to hours

Mother used to say
If you want, you’ll find a way
Bet mother never danced through fire shower

Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Is it right or is it wrong
and is it here that I belong

I don’t hear a sound
Silent faces in the ground
The quiet screams, but I refused to listen

If there is a hell
I’m sure this is how it smells
Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn’t

Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Am I right or am I wrong
and is it here that I belong

Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Why do I feel so alone
For some reason I think of home

All for the love of HOME!

 I wanted to share with you all what I delievered for this years Poetry contest for the Red Clay Review:

I hope you enjoy my views on Music and what we here in the mountains think about.

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The Gift

I classify it a gift to have an entire symphony,

Escalating in your head.

Those that disagree use the same psychology,

To critic any mode of the theater.

Charisma has an eclectic tone all its own.

Allowing me to utter in perfect English,

What many miss hidden beneath the undertones

Of lyricists.

Perk of an ear, I can hear,

what many seek to synchronize behind allegories of spoken word therapy, dub-step, Japan-pop, jazz, scream’O, emo,

Without taking a breath or allowing my ears to eat grass, the mesh of acid rock

Blue grass blues may confuse you;

Thankfully I can soothe you,

For without missing a beat,

Nor to  be motivated by the articulated innuendoes,

I can share the story of

How music died and along with her originality.

We all can agree they were wed,

Beautiful brides and groom to be.

At her tomb stood children whom, all had the same sound,

Many little souls,

Asking for validation from generations,

Seemingly singing from the same throat,

Songs on different tempos,

Men of flesh and bone,

Woman with her empathetic touch,

Each allowing talent to gather rust.

Mountain Radio

I speak in melodies of the morning,

 Supposing the rays of the sun ignore thee.

I creak the floor boards of your warming,

 Abode, tempted, as a harp to charm through.

I leaked, as it where, while exploring,

  Any sense of the night, from cornering,

  Hoping to release you from yesterday’s tune.

I breeched, more determined, by the boiling,

  Convinced you’d succumb, to the mantras of some,

  Who’ve lived lives based on ideologies of one.

I beseech, my children, who find it most boring,

  Sing in hopes of encouraging,

   Aspiring your fellow man to think of what he can,

  These sounds will be the only one’s worth employing.

I teach, the stranded in seas beyond his landing,

  Of worlds in remiss, of hopes and bliss, refusing to entertain,

   Rebellious mouths whom profane,

   A pass time worth not spoiling.

I resend, nothing, for assure am I a harp-man,

Both of sea and land, sounding trumpets of Christendom, very little joy can be found,

From the separated secular radiomen, each cascading radium.

Wind Instruments

Seeking for a long time, how to express my unrest.

Speaking for a long time, while pumping my chest.

Rhythms building from a fire,

Tempos determined to carry us higher.

Harps carried in our pockets to keep us quiet.

Wind instruments used as pacifiers.

After the radio molests the ears,

There is a place in the woods,

The hills of Carolina,

where you can hear all day,

sounds we’ve almost allowed to only be found,

When we place our ears

To the ground.

THey wanted my real name and address, yall don't get that, but the poems are nice.

  Word Count: 411

Listed  are three segments of prose for the 2018 submissions of the Red Clay Review. The genre of discussion was Music; so excited was I about the event that I did not believe a moment was too soon to share with you the joys that found in the Hills of Carolina regarding such a beloved theme. Win, loose, or draw; I do hope they bring you as much joy to you, as they did for the one that wrote them. They are entitled as follows: The Gift, Mountain Radio, and lastly Wind Instruments.

  Each were designed to tell the story of how a man of the hills feels about the world he has to hear in song through our contemporary radio, and just how different it is compared to what he makes for himself with his harp in hand.

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They told me to only send between 1500 words and 80 lines for poetry. I was mad cause 80 lines is like 250 and that is what I produced without really thinking 411 words that told a whole story in two minutes. They wanted 80 lines, so I sighed heavy and just called it Prose. LOL But really it is seperated by three segments of poetry. It is just too much to ask me to cut things down and splice words when everything is in the punch lines.

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I did edit a lot of the work though. You all have the unedited version. If  I could have sent them all of it I would have but I  want to win this poetry contest so I try to follow the rules.

I read some of the stuff from last year and was like, they are taking anything, let me give them my best.

Fingers crossed.

Ok so here is where you have to go to tag in for this poetry submission:

The Red Clay Review is accepting submissions for its 2018 music-themed edition. Contributors can submit prose up to 1500 words, up to three poems of up to 80 lines each (I already blew that out of the water, most of my stuff was 300 lines plus so I have to down size some work) ((I might give yall the unedited versions just for fun. ))

  and or up to three original images. Poetry and prose must be sent as.doc,.docx, or .rtf file attachements; images must be high res files. adress is rcr@cccc.edu include writers name, mailing address, phone number, and word count. Entries must be recieved by May 10,2018. Contact Summerlin Webb at 919.718.7270

There is a poetry and prose contest in my area and the deadline is May 28.

The organizers want written compositions on a theme dedicated to MUSIC. I thought it was pretty interesting and right up ally.

They want three compositions, no more than 1500 words and it all has be digitally sent to there online database. If anyone is interested PM and I will send the information to you as to how you enter the contest.

  I think the more the merrier when it comes to things like this. I read a few from last year that they published in the RED CLAY REVIEW magazine and thought they did wonderfully.

Made me excited about entering something in this year.

 Our affilates and marketers: those that assist in getting the word out about our art and keeping up with pop culture and it's relation with the world were verbally abused today.

 Normally we like to hold onto the notion that any publicity is good publicity. Today we will have to say, Foul language is never necessary.

THIS IS WHAT START THE VERBAL ASSAULT: We are sorry if you are further offended.

 NowThis‏: publicized Eminem as he went after the NRA in this powerful performance from the iHeartRadio Music Awards. An interesting question was poised by an anthologist known as Advent Voice who is assisted by numerous broadcasters in getting his art out to the public. He asked in light of his observations over the years. " What do you do with people that refuse to see obvious political propaganda, especially when it is displayed in our Pop Culture? Doesn't the artist begin to feel they are being ignored or unappreciated?" When he saw the show of rappers using the voices of today's youth to help bolster a very serious argument, which has been ongoing for a long time now, "Freedom of Speech and 2nd Amendment rights," he and so many others must ask, "Who's side are these American performers on, why are they not educating the public on the real problems if they have chosen to speak, why do they continue to dance under cryptic lines and use inclusive language such as, "THE NRA is Standing In OUR way."?? Who is Our? Who is he speaking for, certainly not himself who is the promoter of the movie 8 mile which is supposed to be the story of his life and those he knew growing up, whom never understood real gang violence but set out to promote it, if not encourage it. Of course you can not phase Mr. Shady he is whatever you say he is, if he wasn't then he would have told you of some other way to incorporate him in the limelight of the world. Right now he poses as the mentor of our youth. Very interesting. And they have the nerve to say music has nothing to do with how people feel about politics. It's just a mode of expression. I agree in freely expressing ourselves but where do we get off claiming one organization cares more about hunks of metal verses the lives of their children. It is in the protecting of these rights that our politicians feel they are doing their part, I wonder besides polling strife, what has Mr. Shady done for the positions of his 1st and 2nd Amendment rights?

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We were called all sorts of names and the art was ridiculed because we decided to ask a question. Instead of feeding into the bait of being called an *asshat* we rebutted with this latest post on ethics:

The internet has become a volatile place. If you support an opinion different from the mainstream thought you will be tagged as a "backward thinker," retarded and targeted by mean spirited people who when confused or frustrated or have no answer for a question will become violent in nature and speak horribly to you. I happen to like the responses of people that disagree with me. I don't claim to be right about a thing. I just like to talk and think. What I don't like is when someone calls me an asshat on Twitter because I or my affiliates asked a question? "Who's side are these American performers on, why are they not educating the public on the real problems if they have chosen to speak, why do they continue to dance under cryptic lines and use inclusive language such as, "THE NRA is Standing In OUR way."?? Who is Our? Who is he speaking for?" We feel anyone that is willing to ask for spare change from the government (SpangeDGov) every chance they get should only speak on the viability of the amount of pot they smoke and have to sell to make ends-meat. @Scope2Mars was verbally attacked today for saying (this) in response to our previous posts: Leave it to a supporter of marijuana & #TheSimpsons to disagree with me. (Me was in reference to everything associated with avproductionsblog.wordpress.com and this reddit forum) Anyone with a college degree in anything outside of #Memes please feel free to respond. Do not feel discouraged by anyone who has already apologized for the mental illness they carry & use to #SpangeDGov. It should be understood that because we value the rights of free speech and desire to express how we see things in the world, that respect is in order when discussions are to be had on topics that bring up controversy, not to go around calling people, asshats. It is language like this that gets you "Fired," from work or "Blocked* on Twitter. Because the world is changing and we the consumer is making a mass majority of what is seen and desired on the internet, there really needs to be a discussion as to what is to be excepted and what is not. If we don't want to talk about it. The least we can do is take proper steps in safe guarding our own presence on the internet and make sure we are doing our best to keep open minds and forums free for those that desire to simply ask a question.

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OUR ART WAS SMEARED AS PORNOGRAPHIC AND UNPLEASENT SO WE BLOCKED THE VIEWER LEST HE/SHE IS FURTHER OFFENDED & WE HAVE SET OUT TO APPOLOGIZE IF WHAT WE CALL ART HAS OFFENDED ANYONE.

 There is a little piece of us that is happy with the outcome. Our art is doing more than we ever dreamed.

It is making people think.