Doing, Making, Thinking, Saying

Oh-no-no-no, I got a phone call about an inner-family feud cooking up because of this internet talking-write page.

Though it is one of the most apparent rules of the internet that I wish more people would acknowledge, I set it aside in my mind for the more powerful assumption in my head that "nobody really cares about what you write": Everyone can read what you write on the internet.

Mom, Dad, talking shadows you may be related to, the government, the shadow government, the puppet government, and God.

No matter. The no-fly list is pretty short for go and no-go material, so I'll stick to that for the time being.

Get fucked, internet. You fatty fat fat fat thing.