I have really wanted to blog again, but unfortunately I’ve felt creatively barren lately, perhaps it’s my need to fit in with the pressures of trying to conform with the social stereotype of a recently finished EX school student. The perpetual intoxication and sleep deprivation sap what little creative influence I get from the monotony of my own life.
I’ve decided to collate my various musings into something that may resemble a coherent blog post. If that doesn’t work, I think the solution to my problem is to do what every other hyper creative person did to become famous and start abusing illicit drugs until I’m within an inch of my life. Then, in theory I will produce my best work, inspiring millions and incurring the infatuation of countless gorgeous women only to abruptly pass away and have a thousand mentally unstable fanatics spread messages of the conspiracy of my passing and my seeming longevity despite all logical reasoning that my age would be in fact 154.
And to highlight the extent of my barren artistic spirit I’m going to once again blog about…you guessed it: Facebook. Lately this evening, I found myself with countless notifications about my “friends” and their “facebook stalkers”. To my disbelief I found that the facebook police had not warned them of their greatest net threats, rather it was a method to drag me off site into some seedy pop up cyber whore club. Facebook apps was lying to me yet again. I’m so sick of being let down by advertisement driven social networking sites like this. I mean before tonight all I wanted for Christmas was a new bike now it's got me ensnared in its talons believing I have some inherent need for a Westfield gift card.
And alas, once again here I am sustaining myself with perpetual blabbering, nourishing my own need for intellectual mana to feed me until I find my way out of the desert of my starving mind...
I hope this was frankly less than amusing.
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