What am I going to do with you? Are you going to instantly devolve into a mish-mash of random internet madness or will you be more streamlined and thoughtful? Will you serve a purpose or will you, like the majority of the internet, contribute nothing to the conversation. Which conversation will you even be having? I want to be a happy person, which cannot be if politics infect my conscious, so politics will not be welcome. Maybe it will just be things that interest me, but they have blogs that hire people to do that.
I am one. Just me alone.
It must be about me. I must fall victim to the siren song of self-involved internet madness. What else is there if not ourselves? We are all alone. So I must practice internet self-love. I will love myself for all the internetted webs to see. The tubes will be clogged with the result of my self stimulation.
Open up! I am here! Accept me internet. I want to be wanted.
Nighty night birds in flight. My delirium has finally taken hold. I wish I could see you when i woke, but by then you will surely be mold.
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