No Disassemble

Despite the theosophlora and philosophauna of your cursory magickal training it would seem that you remain a firm believer in and devoted practitioner of the "what other people don't know won't hurt 'em" ideal. Your phony ass electronic bond, all your peace and love and hugs and kisses are exactly like cuss words, they conceal a lack of things to say with real words that have specific meaning.

Which is sometimes why we must work to craft an increasingly arrogantly dickheaded voice. Sure, maybe we do nail a few scarce insights here and there and maybe we do possess an unequivocally stimulating presence online and off, and maybe we do have such impeccable grammar and precise usage of corollaries, and an exceptional vocabulary, and a seemingly inhuman grasp of the dialectic context of obscure slang that we can rewrite the rules of the game as we go along, but in our minds we knew it was all vanity and glamor. We felt creatively constipated when it came to our blogging. And even when we did excrete a decent, sizable entry it resembled runny diarrhea more than a healthy, frothy brown shark.

Now the funny thing is, how many people will read this and assume we're talking about them and them only. We know one person who is already taking every word straight to heart as though we were writing an email to them personally. And, to reinforce how retarded all of this vanity gets and how deep-seated the megalomania goes, there is one other person (who probably thinks they're the aforementioed person) who imagines everything we write is about them because in their eyes our deshoveled existence is so utterly meaningless that we could only be refering to one of an extremely limited amount of humans.

On the other hand, it can be entertaining to have all this spelled out in fine detail and STILL receive at least one or two reactionary guilt-trip tirades and passive aggressive vaginal tantrums from the fanbase (estimated at close to thirty readers by now) who only enjoy the interactive aspect of this thing and only interact as humorless drama merchants and reward-obsessed sycophantic manic depressives.