...I might as well wear pink, or mink, or whatever the current fashion craze is, read some Dan Brown – or is he not cool anymore? – and smoke a cigarrette (some things never go out of style, and some people never run out of cliches).
After this intensive selling out – without profit! – I find that, still, I have nothing profoundly profound to type down here. Why do the Gods of Blog want me so? Are they so in need of worshippers that they’ll take any unwordy uninspired child that comes along? Do as I bid, and I don’t care how badly you do it, Mwuhahaha!?
While they go practise their insane laughing, I shall make a bold and daring escape attempt. Sing, O muses, etc.
If they don’t go “Mwuhahaha” I refuse to play any further.