What’s to write

Is there a topic left to cover?  Can anything original ever be said anymore? Even that question appears to be a cliche.  File it under life/pretentious/ignorant/I.  But perhaps the voice isnt for you, its for me.  Maybe if I put my prints here, then I can become real.  Ugh.  File that under self-involved/desperate/pathetic.  Should have stuck to the Hello world Word press offered, it is more entertainment than my whiny words. 

 There were other incarnations of me before, and they are best buried.  Perhaps this is the new me, more likely its just me writing to myself, trying to convince me that I truly do exist.  Oh, the trouble with insecurity, its a whore that is never satisfied.  I am a word slut.  Didnt take much time for sex to peep its big head in, did it? You never know, it might move me 1/8 inch up on Google right past pig shit fucking.  Oh wait, thats probably huge in some county.  I think I have an edge on  Yes! One site at a time, I will get there, you will find me on a 1000th page under the keyword: Dumbshit.

 Ok, self absorption covered: check.  Whining vomitted: check.  Gratuitous cursing: Check.  Unoriginal: double check!

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