You are more important than me. So why don't you write something yourself instead of reading this?

Amazing! you wonderful people have started writing in already. I'm overwhelmed, my ego is swelling, I'm touched

B O O M !

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A little bit of something is better than lots of nothing. The universe is a vast ball of space, ever-expanding so my little bullshit in this space shouldn't be condemned, critiqued or cat-called but just hold your nose and read on.

Working with words to create something that wasn't before. To touch someone, somewhere. To make a difference. To feel good. For the heck of it. Just.

Reason enough to organise these electrons into a cohesive pattern that makes sense to me if no one else, for a while.

Amazing. I'm writing without a subject or an object. I should be sentenced. (Be warned: this site will be chock full of similar weak attempts of humour. If you don't like them, click on the little "x" at the top of the browser window).

To get back to my meanderings from a short stop by the side of the road to chat with a stranger -- you -- and to stumble along an untrodden pathway, going god-knows-where-and-why.

Back? there is no back. It doesn't exist. The past isn't what it was. You are not what you were. Only now is real. And can you believe you are wasting it reading this crap?

You mean you actually want to read more? You must be nuts. I think I like you. Click here to get a free coupon for a drink at Gokul's with me.

*If the link doesn't work, it means you've screwed up and now owe me a beer.

-- Author experiences crisis, attempts to wash away woes. For continuation of story, move to Gokul's with full wallet.

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