I love the fact that I can post whatever ramblings come into my head on my blog, and while this is a public journal, open to whomever chooses to read it, not one soul has done so. Or if they did, had something better to do than post a comment.
Look at me, oh you can't, but wait I'm covered in marmalade twirling a screaming badger over my head, sure you can't look, oh that's right, you're doing something...important...like texting, and by the way gang, it's a telephone, not a tiny fucking typewriter, you say hello, someone else answers and a relationship of sorts is established.
Give and take, a verbal exchange, dare I say it...communication...no reading between the lines, listen you dimwits, then respond. Oops, note to self, do not let go of the badger! AAGGHHH!!!
1 comment:
Oh Geoffrey, you are mistaken. Your blog is read - I don't know by how many - but by me. And its not that I have something better to do, at least not always, but your words require digesting. Not everyone can be so open and honest with their intermost thoughts.
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