Alright. Listen up. You, the unwashed multitude who so insidiously populate this planet like the quickly spreading bed-sore on an NHS patients arse, will find amongst these ponderances and warblings, a vision quite unlike your own. For your vision is akin to a drunken clown, stumbling aimlessly and squinting at the bright lights of true culture that hang oh so very far above your tiny little minds.
My vision, the true vision, shines like the halo above Baby Jesus' head. No more true than my vision can you get. Its Illuminating and bathing your filthy existence in a radiant light of knowledge and absoluteness you should embrace (if your feeble consciousness can compute its awesomeness) as it will, my dim witted reader, offer you a glimpse into the realm of the superior class of which I am a member.
So, remove your caps in humility, gather at my feet, listen to my words and try and glean some of the reflected glory, you simple peasant folk.
P.S - I hate "blogging" and "bloggers" and right now I could swallow my keyboard due to the self contempt I feel for allowing myself to become one.
My vision, the true vision, shines like the halo above Baby Jesus' head. No more true than my vision can you get. Its Illuminating and bathing your filthy existence in a radiant light of knowledge and absoluteness you should embrace (if your feeble consciousness can compute its awesomeness) as it will, my dim witted reader, offer you a glimpse into the realm of the superior class of which I am a member.
So, remove your caps in humility, gather at my feet, listen to my words and try and glean some of the reflected glory, you simple peasant folk.
P.S - I hate "blogging" and "bloggers" and right now I could swallow my keyboard due to the self contempt I feel for allowing myself to become one.
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