Evolutionary figments; this is where it all starts
A Lingua Franca.
Let's make one thing perfectly clear: I do not exist.
This blog exists.
Obviously I have a life somewhere but for these purposes it's really not important. I could be married, or not. I could be a 64 year old man in Sacramento. This blog is for me to be whoever I want. Mostly it's a place for me to express my deep dark daydreams---the "Post Secrets" if you will, that consume my psyche. My idle mind is truly the Devil's playground. I need to exorcise it lest I burn.
If a woman writes words in a blog and no one is around to read them to they make a noise?
You tell me.
Let's make one thing perfectly clear: I do not exist.
This blog exists.
Obviously I have a life somewhere but for these purposes it's really not important. I could be married, or not. I could be a 64 year old man in Sacramento. This blog is for me to be whoever I want. Mostly it's a place for me to express my deep dark daydreams---the "Post Secrets" if you will, that consume my psyche. My idle mind is truly the Devil's playground. I need to exorcise it lest I burn.
If a woman writes words in a blog and no one is around to read them to they make a noise?
You tell me.
posted by Sabine at 12:12 AM
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