The best part of life is writing ample ducts of mental fluid and none will catch yer cold. So it goes in the vicarious rape of internet silent-scream: probably not my best and choicest of clumsy grams, but ah, you know by now (or noun), them's choice fake thrills on square white screens are better rested in pages of silty and ardent political diatribe/coffee table magazine sort; not that I have issues with these, having many a subscription of my own (smell-the-thus further attempts at clumsy self-apology masking self-congratulatory blaaaaarrggh); er, er, er, er.. all in all? I'm probably better at farting. Listen instead to what has been described as "disgraceful" (like everything else now on the web: quite prolific on the gander, gape, and reductionist-luddite mentality, read: absolute narcissism, acquiring friends like currency) ... just when you had thought you'd sold your soul, heh... ain't it great?



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