Inception

Blind and squawking I come to you dear internet. Fuck there are a lot of blogs. Lot of people chipping waiting for someone to fly back and nourish them.

And why? Gold stars of school? Motherly hug? Pat on the ass from coach?

Venture out to the cold dark forest of the internet seeking a bit of redemption, positive feedback to get us through the day. We come to learn from each other's experience, see the world from another perspective, TK, but mostly to bitch. Our species most predominant trait. Chief activity. We have evolved into dissatisfied animals, the only on this Earth. We have conquered and eliminate predators and TK and now we're not happy with what we have.

Electronic confession booth. Well I too have not done right. Wish to be judged. As long as it will bring a response. Cast me down and shun me if only to know you still see me out there. Special enough to punish.

Ask you — who do not exist — to pay attention, to split your already burdened time on me. I'll give nothing back.