Hello everybody. This is what I am sending twitter to try to get my account back. Please add a comment to the blog explaining to me your views on the subject. It is a hectic subject and kind of an epic.
I hope you like what I have written and have a great weekend or week day whenever you decide to read this.
First message DKBoy79, Aug 16 09:27 am (PDT):
Hello. I am a writer here in Japan. I been living here for several years and I am really sorry If my marketing techniques are to cost effective with your company. I had a few people that where on my contact list that was giving extremely good kudos on my new novel “Finished Cries”. I just want to know if there is any way to get my account back from being deleted – twitter.com/dkboy79. I know that twitter was getting an attack recently and you are trying to clear out the spammers. There is nothing that I can do about what people think is spam except keeping my advertising at a minimum. I’m can’t say if I was spamming or not. It just depends on what level is spamming on the site. Now people have the option to block me or unfollow me. I also been getting some attacks; people that don’t think to likely of my knowledge in the writing field. It is a natural ability of mines a God given gift. I ask twitter to help me get to the next level. Forgive one of the sons of Adam and Eve for his destructive techniques with advertising on your site. Don’t let my account fall to the fires of Hades underworld or drown in the deeps of Herculaneum where the dreams of all its people and culture parish ed in the floods of volcanic acid. Please Forgive me…
my email is datonflukers@gmail.com
Second message DKBoy79, Aug 16 3:36 AM Tokyo time:
My Name is Daton L. Fluker
My twitter that got suspended and set under investigation is dkboy79
I am a writer and sometimes I think I live in a different world then the rest of the people in it. But in reality I am the same. First I will tell you a story and try to plead for my account to be reinstated.
There was a teenage boy in the jungles of the Amazon who grew to the age to hunt with his father. To become a man he must kill a tiger with only a spear and his cunning techniques that he was taught since maturing into adult hood. The boys in his village start their training at the age of 4 years old and are put through tones of test by the village leaders to protect them against the attack of the tiger in the future.
It’s his turn now to fight the beast in the stories of his father. His father also had his turn to fight the creature and he was missing his left arm and two fingers on his right hand. But yet from all the diligent violence that happen to him he still sent his only son out to the territories of the tigers.
The tiger cunning, blood thirsty and hungry can smell the boy’s scent miles away into the distance before he even reached its area.
The essence tiger stay still by his cave with blood thirst fangs drooling down its cheek bones of its horrific jaws. It killed 3 boys that month from the village.
It also too has the training and skill to protect its self from a tremendous attack. Except it is a creature of God and it is only doing its God giving gift; and that is to hunt. It tasted the sweetness of human flesh and now it is the calling for its tremendous ability to kill its prey.
The boy stands at the front of the tiger’s layer shivering in his own shadows. Man hood faces off against the worst of natures rage.
The tiger comes out of its cave and walks toward the cowering boy shaking a spear into its face. The sky is turning grey and white colors and the mist in the jungle is thickening. The trees disappear behind him as the sand in the hour glass fall.
The tiger licks its fur not even looking at the boys face. Suddenly the tiger stands up and starts circling the boy in a baric pattern.
The tiger speaks, “Why do you come here to try to kill me? You village people are such idiots. Do you not know you are my meal today?”
The boy glances behind the tiger and he sees the bones of other boys and a separate head rotating in a hole of watery mud. He dare not look in that direction anymore. It’s a homely sight for him because the boy that he saw was one of his good friends.
He is concentrating completely on the beast in front of him. Boy, “I must do this to become a man.” The tiger smiles at him, “You are a fool and your father is a fool to. I know his sent. He killed my father. I will have fun with you.”
Boy, “I do not fear you. I will do this.” He trembles because the eyes of the tiger are elusive and scary.
The tiger laughs. “Ha Ha Ha boy. You are such a weakling. I will kill you now.” The tiger jumps out toward him knocking his spear away. He drops it and rolls under the tigers leap causing it to split its paw in half. The tiger lays on the ground ashamed and defeated. The boy picks up spear and walks over to the tiger.
“Please don’t kill me. I am just hungry.” Boy, “Die beast.” He stabs the tiger over and over again until it doesn‘t’t move anymore. Then he breaks the spear off of the end and continues to cut the tigers head off. He brings the head of the tiger to his father and both of them smile and walk home. A trick of survival…
Why did I tell you this story and how does it relate to my investigation on my twitter account. Well I am on the battle field and I promote twitter in my videos and on my websites and in my blogs. I just wanted to believe that twitter is a reliable site for me and the other thousands of my friends. I never knew that this would be an epic situation that has come across social media marketing. So many friends are wasted on these sites because others don’t understand the values of another man’s dream and why he must do things. There should be another way to measure the way a person is promoting on the site. In my eyes people that complain about spam are more hypocritical than others. And hypocrites are the worst people in the world I think. So if you are the commander and chief of the twitter spam alerts I am pleading like the tiger to give me back my life but I know you must do your job and destroy me. This is not the jungle and the stakes are higher for both of us. I hope that we can come to some type of agreement about this.
Please twitter, give me my account back. I can change my ways.
I will be posting this on my blog. http://deathkeeperworld.com/blog I think it is something cool to blog about. Thank you for your patients.
nationwide.
Dreams Are Made Like This