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Lessee.

Stuff. Stuff. Insert cool/humourous/deep thoughts here. Stuff. Stuff. Stuff. Insert witty quote here. Stuff. More stuff. And stuff.

Even more uninspired than usual. Blimey.

I've just a minute ago surfaced from what I call 'bogginess', so pardon me if I, well, act boggy. Wait, no - on second thoughts, who cares if I'm pardoned. Sod you if you can't look past a little bogginess. Odds are, you haven't just read some hugely disturbing tale about a possessive mother eating her own baby. Gods, what the hell do these writers think of?

I don't know why, but I feel like reading that book, whatsitcalled, Death: The High Cost of Living. Probably because the title is so cute. Ghnaa...

It's hard, peeling oranges for juice.

Why is it that I can't bring myself to blog a little less childishly? Why do I always sound so damned imbecilic? I'm Benedict Spinazo reincarnated, for crying out loud. I'm supposed to be - what did Tickle say? Oh, yes - a Visionary Philosopher, with a supposed intelligence quotient of 135. Hah. I guess reality has proven the numbers wrong.

But the sun is our ally. With its next rising comes tomorrow, and with tomorrow comes lemon meringue pie. Plus a movie. All the more reason to switch on the highbeams.

Oh, and: I'm going to try to keep my post titles at a one-word maximum (hence this title). Don't ask me why, I'm not too sure myself.


Psst, did you know King Julien from Madagascar is voiced by the actor who played Borat?
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You know, Yoda was a poet in his own right.