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walrie
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sometimes i think people have no lives besides that of blathering. the fact that the majority of blathers are about personal events fails to connect. it seems people just make up things because their sole existence is to come up with things to write for blather.
but then i realize that i have a life outside of reading and occassionally contributing to blather, and that if i do, then everyone else must as well.
i picture thousands of people with their heads intently focused on the blue screen or the red screen, tuning everything out, all at the same time, with one purpose in mind. i don't really know what that purpose is yet. and i wonder about the people that don't know about blather. what did i do before blather? i can't even remember. do they know what they're missing? do they care?
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