Dear Patrons of "Words of Wisdom from the Weirdo Genius",
-pause- Hold on, there AREN'T any official patrons save the two contributors. Oh wells
Anyway, dear patrons of "Words of Wisdom from the Weirdo Genius", if there are such patrons that might wish not to be official "Followers" of this superbly boring blog,
I trust that you are not very pleased with the contents of this blog, owing primarily to the fact that it has a grand total of three posts and hasn't been updated in what is nearing a year; I daresay I wouldn't be far from the truth in making such an assumption. Pardon me for the superfluity of my word usage in this post, but it all serves to accentuate the extent of my displeasure with this largely boring keepsake that I have worked tirelessly over the last couple of weeks to unearth with the use of my archaeological equipment.
In short, dear patrons, or if I may so call you, sympathisers, the time has arrived, the time when your captain says, "All men, abandon ship." In this regard, I am your captain, and I most pretentiously expect to be obeyed when I say "All men, abandon ship."
And hence I say, "All men, abandon ship."
Where do you go from here? Are you to swim helplessly in the sea of webpages, looking for something buoyant enough to bolster your interest? NO! No captain would wilfully condemn his crew to the misfortune of having to swim helplessly without the faintest hope of finding shore or another ship. Thus I give you, my crew, a ship.
The ship: ANIRUDH's SHIP.
You shall find that not only is my ship filled to the brim with food and supplies (which I am sure THIS ship lacks in totality), but it goes so far as to have feasts for it's crew every day, every meal.
Wait no more,
my ship is set to go,
to lands far and beyond,
while this ship sinks to the ground.
I know this poem sucks, but it lays bare the banal truth that is the only truth that THIS ruddy ship could possibly provide: that IT sucks (worse than the poem)
Yours,
Anirudh Krishnan
my ship: http://anirudhsmusings.blogspot.com/
-pause- Hold on, there AREN'T any official patrons save the two contributors. Oh wells
Anyway, dear patrons of "Words of Wisdom from the Weirdo Genius", if there are such patrons that might wish not to be official "Followers" of this superbly boring blog,
I trust that you are not very pleased with the contents of this blog, owing primarily to the fact that it has a grand total of three posts and hasn't been updated in what is nearing a year; I daresay I wouldn't be far from the truth in making such an assumption. Pardon me for the superfluity of my word usage in this post, but it all serves to accentuate the extent of my displeasure with this largely boring keepsake that I have worked tirelessly over the last couple of weeks to unearth with the use of my archaeological equipment.
In short, dear patrons, or if I may so call you, sympathisers, the time has arrived, the time when your captain says, "All men, abandon ship." In this regard, I am your captain, and I most pretentiously expect to be obeyed when I say "All men, abandon ship."
And hence I say, "All men, abandon ship."
Where do you go from here? Are you to swim helplessly in the sea of webpages, looking for something buoyant enough to bolster your interest? NO! No captain would wilfully condemn his crew to the misfortune of having to swim helplessly without the faintest hope of finding shore or another ship. Thus I give you, my crew, a ship.
The ship: ANIRUDH's SHIP.
You shall find that not only is my ship filled to the brim with food and supplies (which I am sure THIS ship lacks in totality), but it goes so far as to have feasts for it's crew every day, every meal.
Wait no more,
my ship is set to go,
to lands far and beyond,
while this ship sinks to the ground.
I know this poem sucks, but it lays bare the banal truth that is the only truth that THIS ruddy ship could possibly provide: that IT sucks (worse than the poem)
Yours,
Anirudh Krishnan
my ship: http://anirudhsmusings.blogspot.com/
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