forty-ninth
war of the words
Now where to begin..
I really hate it when i take too long before i get back to blogging when so many thoughts have been keeping my synapses sparking. Silly, since there’s only me to please here. Since supposedly this is my blog. Still is last time i checked.
Do i really have to define what a blog is? Utterly insane, to define a blog in a blog (beats a blog on blogging, like this one). Not to mention downright silly. Nevertheless, i’ll supply one soon just for you people.
For all i care, a blog is a personal slate. Diary, if you must. A vent more appropriately. The only difference is, of course, it’s online. Everybody gets to read it. Okay. Granted. But still is a personal slate.
Before i get any further, may i hereby declare i do not represent any larger entity than my self. Since this is marc’s so-called blog, not some company’s blog. Notwithstanding if you happen to know where i work, where i live, who my friends are and where i ____ go most of the time. For all you know, the one who’s writing this aint marc. Because this is the internet, welcome here ye, first timers! For all you know i’m fond of writing under the name marc because he’s fucking famous and i give whatever fuss i dare because his nonsense are so _______ important to me.
Granted i said harsh things. I admit my actions unlike you ruthie laher. Poor kid, am sorry. To be honest, even before the revelation, i was really thinking ’bout what i posted. The most terrible thing i ever wrote, yet. Kiddo, from the bottom of my long lost heart, i’m sorry and i pray you all the health by the time you meet mr sunshine. And lots of goodluck with your mom and dad.
And so i learn. Such things can really happen, and there’re really such people. Pathetic. Of course, now you know i know you know. And so you read. Had my superiorS read two paragraph excerpts. I read them paragraphs (gee, these are familiar, they are actually printed). Then what ruthie? Happy now? Really, what do you had in that mind of yours you want to happen? Pathetic how you beg for other people’s sympathy.
Anyways, as i’ve said this is a personal slate albeit online. It even got a disclaimer. You know how to read right? You should have read e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. ‘Really amuses me you even reached to the third recent blog since i’m aware this is one lengthy piece of shit. I myself will be turned off by such length. What a bore. What could be in this speck of the blog universe be of any interest to you? What could be in this specific media could you use against me? And what for? Nonsense.
At the very least, i’m not the one who’s trying to, for whatever motives, ruining camaraderie and brainwashing rookies. I may have said a lot, offensive and all, but at my mere personal space. Am no manipulator or some chameleon who cling for survival.
If for some weird reasons you keep reading and printing my writings, i really can’t do anything for you. As i’ve been implying, get out of my blog. But if you insist otherwise, you can even print everything, not a word less, not an expletive less, and have them bookbinded. Why print just a couple of excerpts? For sure, my expulsion is on the way, if that’s what you’ve been itching to happen. There are more if you scroll down. But no, ma’am ruthie, you won’t be a factor of my resignation if in case i go ahead. Am not that silly.
And for the record. I dont blog day in, day out.
Censoring my blogs is like censoring my thoughts. Where’s the remaining sliver of freedom there? And if you oh-so care about life- would you look around? Granted i stepped outside the sphere of my freedom of speech, have you ever wonder where you’re reading my words from? The least one could do is think constructively. If you are really offended or whatever, get even, get your own blog and write whatever pleases you, may it be against me. See if i care. Who knows, i might comment on it. And if you’re downright offended, furious like i was around ten hours ago, think of it this way: It’s my own nonsense, why give a damn?
For one, i really cant understand why i should be explaining when, as i’ve been saying, this is my blog. My webspace. Mine.
For myself, given a couple of months, this will be the funniest thing that ever happened in my blogging history. Be thankful i didnt call anyone lately names. Come to think of it, maybe i should’ve.
But for now, i feel equally violated as you might say you are. Stay away, trespasser. The next time you figure i did such a crime, call a blog police.
By now, i am aware who directed my blog to missus laher. Certainly, it wasnt mr laher. Knowing who did so clears up a lot. Thanks to you my dear friendster, your actions shed light to your own motives and even to some truths. Like, we don’t give a damn shit to the both of you. We don’t. I don’t.
For goodness sake, show a hint of maturity. You people are around thirty. I’m twenty-two. I invoke my tendency to be immature (in my own blog). Hello, knock-knock? It’s not like my words are some magic spells. It’s not like my words, all the sudden, become the basis of truth once posted in my blog. What, you prefer i say my words aloud, right at your funny faces? I merely jotted them down (during the times i feel like it), since it aint worth the action, the bother. Petty stuffs since am trying to settle my own thought in my own blog, in my own personal space.
Such a waste of blog space to tackle such so-called issue. As much as i’m tempted to print this (just like you did) and put it on your table, i won’t. Because this is my blog. Blogs are ‘web logs’ - they stay on-line. Even comments stay on-line.
Click for blog definition Appropriately, the word ‘personal’ floats numerous times. But as i’ve always said, i’m happen to be sickeningly popular, unintentionally. People read my blog at their own risk. You read them? Good for you, bad for me. To be clear, i dont write for you or for anyone else, i am not even writing so people would get to read me. Honestly, this is one egotistic site, since i write to keep me sane. No other person, will do this for me. Me. My. Mine. Own bullshit. As it was written at the (coincidentally) maroon band above: Diclaimer: this blog is solely personal, if in any case this blog offended a person in any way, he/she better stop reading
Life has never been that simple (or should i correct my own typo? Disclaimer. Hilarious). Now, if i may continue my life…
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life goes on
Not. As i’ve always fond of saying, there’s not much life left here. Frankly that ish is really quite fresh in my noggin.’ Real petty. But that’s me. Still, the way i see it, it’s not just eating a lot of my blog space, but also of my so-called life. Real bummer. Am way tired defending my side, go ahead, let the vultures in. Because of it, i get to think more, and thinking has always been my downfall. It’s in these similar situations i get to rethink my life and get a surprise quiz. ‘Caught me off guard. Hah! But see if i care. I’m drifting to oblivion- better get my composure back. I’m losing my will, but i’ve ran out of reasons as well. And in a place where everybody has to say something ’bout the other (may they be concerned or not, may they be well informed on what they’re going to say, may they be thinking at all), else they might die — i can only expect so much.
And once again, nevertheless, i’m clicking a so-called friendster ‘good-bye’. Totally unfriendster of me. But it occured to me, as quite a very unfriendster virtual relationship anyway. Why keep someone in your network those you can’t even trust on a superficial manner. Adios. You dont need me here, as you might say so yourself. I’m through with your humor.
As i’ve always planned, i’ll cap this blog with my fiftieth post. But i’m not yet ready. I’ll think about it but, in the mean time, i’ll keep updating this forty-ninth. You read that marco?
