Doug: This Blog

This blog is fucking awesome.

This blog is everything Jasmine wants it to be.

This blog is everything I want it to be.

This blog is witty, cynical, insightful, whimsical, senseless, wise, mediocre, irreverent, bitter, cheerful, inspiring, and everything else it should be.

This blog is the moon landing. This blog is a genocide in some foreign country no one who reads this has ever heard of or will give a shit about for more than the next fifteen seconds.

This blog is important.

This blog is irrelevant.

This blog makes a statement and says nothing.

This blog means I miss you, all of you, even the ones who won't/don't speak to me. It also means I want to fucking strangle the lot of you.

This blog is going nowhere. Fast. Like a bullet train from the deserts of Nevada to the jungles in Congo. Nothing worth anything at either end.

This blog is angry, and sad. This blog is hungry, not for food or drink but words and feelings and sensations like sunlight dripping over your skin like a shower of light.

This blog wants to resonate inside you and make you so angry at your loss that you want to do everything, anything to get back those bonds you lost.

This blog wants nothing more than your complete, absolute, and full attention. Because whatever you are doing right now is not as important as this blog. Nothing, not homework, not real work, not boyfriends not girlfriends, not food, not taking a shit, not camping trips, not parents visiting, not the mundane, boring life that we've pounded ourselves into, none of it, is as important as this blog is right now.

This blog has your full attention.

This blog will now state its demands.

This blog wants more.

This blog wants you to pick up the phone and call it.

This blog wants to go on a camping trip together.

This blog wants to be what it once was. Whole, complete, better than itself.

This blog once heard a story about apple pie. All the ingredients of apple pie are good on their own. The apples, the pastry, the butter, the cinnamon, the sugar; they're all good. But with a little bit of effort, all those pieces come together to become more than the sum of their parts. The apples, the pastry, the butter, the cinnamon, the sugar all combine to make something that is greater than the sum of it's parts. Something more than just it's component pieces.

This blog wants to be an apple pie.

This blog is sick of your bullshit. And yours. Yours too. And especially YOURS.

This blog is sick of it's own bullshit, and is feeling pretentious.

This blog doesn't give a fuck.

This blog wants to talk about Bin Laden, or Libya, or North Korea, or camping trips, or fantasy worlds, or star ships, or biochemistry, or vampires, or werewolves, or nonsensical dreams or angry rants. This blog wants to BE. To EXIST.

This blog wants to fight for its life on the stormy seas of Cyberspace.

This blog wants to be at rest in a field of digital flowers.

This blog wants to scheme to take over the internet.

This blog wants to dream of electric sheep and other things unimaginable to lesser blogs.

This blog just wants to love, and be loved in return. Because that is what that blog holds dear.

This blog is the sum of many blogs, and yet greater than it's own self.

This blog is.

-Doug