To spare the blog an untimely demise, at some point we must envision a turn of fate, a delirium of keyboard strokes to no end other than a self-serving smattering of tapping shittering letter storm. To that end, perhaps this blog shall mutate itself into something utterly transitory - perhaps a repository for pictures of nude men, or a collection of poetry. What say you, faithful readers? Should you exist, the time is nigh for participation, illumination. Sitting on your hands yields naught but empty electronic space, an absence of electricity, neither ones nor zeros. And so it goes that dis blog is a children's blog.
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Does my Three Musketeers style speech bother you? It sure as hell bothers me, but somehow, in the course of meta-blog discussin' a lot of cussin gets lost and instead we're left with bloo-ba and poo-poo. Fer shame.
All I'm saying is BRING ON THE X-RATED CONTENT!!
F*ck!
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