Day 69
3/21/2007
This wretched view-glass that lures and scratches under the chin of Reason. Is this true, that blogging is a new species
of medium? If this soul-syphonic stench-field Gollum of rotting regrets clamps its fangs on the tender nethers
of our cultural consciousness, then what hopes have we to truly reach our destiny ungutted
by this beast that only dishonors the term "crap". If medium it be, ergo it becomes the message,
and the message reveals what? Slipping unsolicited notes in the class of Life?
Dipping pigtails of limping longing into the inkwell of Death?
Oh Singularity, where is thy sting?
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