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some people have some interesting things to say about blogs:

"i hate blogging about blogging. it's so wanky and self indulgent. it's like moaning about moaning or complaining about complaining. just shut the fuck up will you! count your lucky stars you're not stranded in some jungle somewhere with high fever and miles from a nearest hospital and all because you forgot to take your malaria tablets. and you better believe a mighty being like yourself is vulnerable to wafty insect with the brain the size of a mite of dust; and your infinite capability for imagination will count as no salvation when the sweats set in and start to drain you.

why do i have to define me? it's not like i'm a thing of mass importance. i'm a false map of the world. i'm not even a map. i'm a pamphlet. a footnote on the backside of cyberspace. floating flotsam on the ocean of steaming crud. a small footprint on the polluted beach of despair.

and the people, they kill me and resurrect me a thousand times over. they kill with eyes and they animate with eyes. looks kill and kill and then it is reborn. the skin is removed and replaced and then they kill again. and then they give you oxygen and it breaths. it inhales and exhales.

yes, i hate blogging about blogging. you just sound like a wanker shouting into a hole."