You hit "publish."

It's gone_.

Your options are that you may: milk it, tweak it, hype it, flounce about it, whore it with unsolicited personal messages, exchange faux lovey-doveys for its sake, bump it, trumpet, hump it, pull it, revise it, update it, close comments on it, use trademarked verb forms about it, constituting infringements I don't care to test in court, in these impoverished times, and so on ad nauseum/infinitum (either one applies).

Wait. I forgot. There's one more:  let it stand on its own.

This site, not unlike the entire Internet space, evinces an imagination's load of raisons d'être.

I deployed the term "evinces" as one does the $17.50 cover at the blues club.

No winos, please.

(What? Too soon after Ricky Gervais?)

I'm as guilty as the rest for trying to create "content" which has to pass muster before there's any thought of it going on to "evince."

All I know is I have used my name online for a bunch of years.

You might have to search one of those "we remember everything" sites to catch my earlier, yet substantially similar work.

Posting some tunes in my links column has been like "standing naked at the post office," a favorite metaphor.

The whole draw of "social net not working" sites is that one may, truth be told, perform.

Hello, bulabula453, you're on with Piers Morgan.

(I don't know which one is the exemplar there.)

I acknowledge and borderline affirm the blog post as a performance.

I know a thing or two about that.

Every performance needs to be the cream what rises. Wherever, whatever.

The pickin'? Not your concern.

No sirree; it's gone.

You hit "publish."