Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The pains and sorrows of having nothing to say,
Or to take it upon ones self to make stuff up.
And by doing so, blog away.
But not to Blog,
to post-No more—because we truly have nothing to say,
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
of admitting defeat, and letting all know, that your mind
is clouded and devoid of intelligent thought. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be avoided
So I will Blog, and Post, and in doing so cut and paste,
and you may find your likeness astride a moped, or standing in a pile of cookies,
For you see, what may be untrue, or slightly amis,
brings smiles to those you consider your friends, and though they love you
maybe, they also love to see you look a fool.
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