Here is a very amusing site where bunch of hackers discuss black hat techniques to game social media- they meet in the MJ website. LOL
Thats actually the official MJ website. (also see my Poem on MJ at
https://decisionstats.com/2011/04/29/tribute-to-michael-jackson/
and https://decisionstats.com/2009/12/01/obama-and-mj-on-history/)
But back to the funny twitter gamers
http://www.michaeljackson.com/us/node/703109
The sun never set on the British Empire. Not even in Farmville. …………………………..Datagandhi gives up.
your blue blood is no longer a guarantee
for continued red carpets and
being born to the purple no cure
to never feeling blue
you may blanche,turn pale, show a yellow liver,
you may be caught in an area so grey,
your face grows red in surprise,
your friends declare you a white elephant,
your friendship terminated without a pink slip,
a black sheep, with the balance sheet in red
wait till it snows
for white Christmas to come
for the white lies to fade
soon spring will be here
greener pastures, still waters beckon
to a world of color not just black and white.
Just updated Decisionstats.com
Note the new D logo on top of web page.
Also redesigned the following pages-
if I could just shut my eyes tight
escape the world for a while I might
me and my divorced reality
enhanced by enfeebled diminished mortality
must come to terms with this news
having played my cards I accept and lose
surrender asunder to all those events
over whom i have no power to peruse
take a gun and shoot me in the head
watch me twitch until I am dead
perhaps that would gladden those estranged
historical affection now much deranged
melancholy I must reminiscence I will
to sleep perchance one more pop a pill
The Lover
Your emerald eyes,
Like dewdrops glistening on green grass.
The shine in them,
Is like the twinkling of the stars.
You’re ivory skin,
Reminds me of the moonlight.
Like a gorgeous lily
Colored in silvery white.
Your sunkissed hair,
Blowing gently in the breeze.
I do not look long,
My breath may freeze.
You’re sideways glance,
As sharp as a knife.
Like a Greek goddess or a marble sculpture,
Brought to life.
Your poise, your grace,
Guides my moving pen.
Your beauty brings out,
The poet within.
The tinkle of your soft voice remains in my ears,
Long after you are long gone.
Your memory drives me crazy,
Makes me want to break out in a song.
Alas, my dear
I am in love with your beauty
But not with you.
This sounds like an obsession,
For this love is not true.
I am a passionate man,
With much passion to spare.
As soon as you leave my thoughts,
Someone else is already there.
Normal is Boring
We must all innovate
If we cant create something new
Rewind, Rechurn , Regurgitate
Spawn some spin
Jingle some buzz and hype
We fight with the weapons the Lord gave us
Our fingers rapidly type
Till we move to read to scavenge
Pluck once more some idea from obscurity
Can not beat them so join them
Cajole our creative insecurity
We do influence swaps
Trade favor in a game
The more things we say have changed
The harder we try to make sure they remain the same
Normal is boring yet undeniable
Bell Shaped curve pretty reliable
Pause and think breathe and blink
Gasp and swallow the daily load to drink
Mundane and boring
Reminiscently storing
Differentiating for the sake of
Creating a better mouse trap someday
Today we innovate Tomorrow we fade away
Art by
http://genekwok.tumblr.com/post/630520705/sometimes-i-pretend-to-be-normal-but-it-gets
DECISION STATS 
