I came to the crossroads and didn´t even meet the devil there. So much for the excitement.
Looking around, every direction seemed to lead to bland central; markers pointing to same old, same old. No, that definitely did not help.
Honestly, I´d rather watch the bald man juggle with chickens.
I´m sick. Nausea.
There´s simply too much. Everything is crammed to the brim; incestuous doesn´t even begin to describe it;
I´m sick of youtube linking; I´m sick of comic panels with funny text; I´m sick of glorified linkblogging; I´m sick of writing standard attrition ten times in a row and calling it analysis; I´m sick of pluralis majestatis.
You made your categories and now you gotta lie in em; cheap perfume, cheap perfume, cheap perfume (and even cheaper similes).
I´m sick of blogrolls longer than my penis.
I´m sick of all of you; most of you. You suck, go away.
It needs cutting, biting, tearing;
A purge! A PURGE!! Bring the torches, bring the clubs, bring the forks.
Burn you fuckers, burn away the pretense. Stop mistaking suck for persona.
It´s decluttering time.
I want essential; heart(felt); truth, love and disco beats; sparks, sweat, crossdressing fireflies. And when all is said and done and the shack has burnt to the ground, I imagine something akin to… well, yes… something like relevance.
This is the new poverty.
[Disclaimer: I´m not saying that this is necessarily what you´ll get, this is just what I want.]
Haha, what a silly post.
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Also, I think I´ll implement a least popular posts plugin, coz, what´s the point of the other way round!?