theraputic...

that's what blog posting is; theraputic.

When I post, I feel like I'm skinny dipping.


The anonimity of it lets me whip out capitan dangle, and just drift around in my ocean of brains and shit.

Wait, what's that floating off in the distance? It's Jimmy Hoffa!!


I'm naked right now.

as naked as naked can be.

well, not really. But hey...


I wonder if I would write better naked. Or even if it would be different.

I'm pretty sure it would be different.
oh, I know...
I could hit space bar with,
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naked.