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Ah, the art of rambling; being able to take up the space of a page with words, and not really say anything at all, usually resulting in a silly piece of literature in which the author expresses a feeling about a certain topic that is bound to be at the very least amusing. If not then just pure nonsense. I have a thing with ramblings. I like to ramble. It is much like the art of ranting or raving, except that those are usually, by definition, in the category of mad with the world type of writings. Rambling, is, simply, not mad, but silly writing, about silly things like sheep exploding, or crayons. It's fun. I suggest you try it. I do it a lot; as you can very well see. And so the coal bowed to the frog. |
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All works here are, naturally, the works of me, and they are copywrited. All, except the ones in grey, which are, of course, written by Steff. Any copying of the works here, or part of, will result in me forcing the prosecutor to listen to the ruined version of Fly Me To The Moon song over and over and over... *shudder* |
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