Someone,
somewhere
is reading this,
why,
I'll never know.
1075 posts and
17524
have generated only 16 comments,
and 7 of those were mine.
I have 4 followers
but two of them are me
and the other two have been
following
for over 10 years now
but
the last time one of them
commented
was in 2010,
so I fear they
may have passed on,
or they are too polite
or just too lazy
to unfollow
me.
Friends,
family members,
people on Facebook,
know of this blog's existence.
Occasionally,
one of them
might read a post or two,
but never,
ever
do they leave a comment.
I don't expect that
they would have anything
nice
to say, and
so
they are sparing me
the criticism.
I can only infer
that they are shaking their
heads
in silent disgust.
But you know...
I guess
what I'm trying to say
is:
it gets lonely here
in the
vacuum of space
with no
feedback of
any kind.
And here I am
endlessly
pouring out my insides,
revealing secrets,
expressing feelings,
offering up thoughts,
written
down
in this tidy little blog.
Well, mostly tidy.
As you can see,
Hal is slowly becoming
less and less
sentient,
as is
indicated by his sentence
struc
ture.
tell me I'm an
i d i o t
tell me a story
wish me happy birth
day
or tell me
you hate me.
Someth
ing
other than
thisssssssss
sssssss
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I've changed my comments settings to allow for anyone to comment. All comments are welcome, even spineless potshots from anonymous posters. Please, by all means, give me the tongue lashing I so richly deserve. I promise not to hunt you down and melt your keyboard with my plasma cannon. I won't, however, promise not to pout and make that face you can't stand.