Nearly got the state of the nation

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Google Analytics points out the continuing struggle to win the hearts and minds of the parvenu colonials (more green=more hits).

Need to find some way of attracting the mid-west.

Marshmallow-stuffed turkey? Because I know you have fairly disgusting diets out there in the nasty blank miles of between.

Or maybe I should find god? (Stuck to my sole).

Rant incoherently for a while on plainly daft theories of ontology and epistemology? (How do I know I'm evolved from slime-mould?). Or is that too up its own fundamentalism?

So if you have a friend (or a backwoods flange of interbred cousins you don't talk about) in the dead miles between cities, drop them a carrier pigeon and get them to access my blog (with their steam-driven Babbage engines, or hay-built abaci), let some slightly dingy British rain into their golden-corn lives.

Also, it appears I'm not appealing to the redneck constituency. What's the matter with y'all? Too busy fucking your sisters?

Comments

  1. Anonymous2:47 am

    Hmmm. I'm in the mid-west. I walk on sidewalks. If I walked on pavement, I'd be hit by a bus. Still in the midwest. But I went back east this past week. It really sucked out loud. I didn't get hit by a bus, but close enough.

    Maybe you say FUCK alot and it sticks out like a sharp knife designed to hurt people. Or perhaps not. It could just be the anger that vibrates out is mildly distracting . . . But, youknow, anger isn't wrong. It's just anger.

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  2. Anonymous2:49 am

    Also. Why do you pretend to be so mean sometimes?

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  3. Archange5:15 pm

    This blog is cheap therapy for me.
    I say fuck a lot in real life too.

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  4. Archange5:17 pm

    Also, mainly I'm trying to be funny.
    Clearly need to work on that.

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  5. Anonymous10:51 pm

    yipes. wow, can *I* ever be humorless. . .

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  6. Archange10:06 pm

    don't worry - I've realised that this post is a bit off-colour.

    But I'm not going to delete it. If I'm crap sometimes, then I'm crap sometimes and firing my crapness into /dev/null doesn't make me any less crap.

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  7. Anonymous12:45 am

    Select *
    From Diskgrinder
    Where '%FUCK%' = null

    or

    Select *
    From Diskgrinder
    Where thought = today
    and anger <> sum(thought)

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  8. Archange1:32 am

    now, that's someone new anonymous,

    for (i=who the fuck is that; until i find out || you tell me; i'll keep looking){
    and so on
    }

    ReplyDelete
  9. Anonymous1:51 am

    nope, sadly, just me again attempting to be amusing using modified sql.

    Imagine

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  10. Archange2:07 am

    you know SQL!

    top.

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  11. Anonymous2:25 am

    Oh, well. Gotta work and all that.

    I think I'll sign stuff to avoid confusion.


    Imagine

    ReplyDelete

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