The more things change

My life has changed. I have changed my life. I changed my life by killing off my past lives. Nothing makes sense because it all makes cents. How is that working out for you? You are traffic. I have seen you in your car listening to the radio. I can see you on the street with your head plugged into your doPi iPod. You are traffic. You want to be free. You want to be on television. Cash in your chance at a meaningful existence for fifteen minutes of popularity. I do not give a care. I give cash. I am trying to be patient. I am not sorry. I am writing to you, the blog god. Oh, blog god do not abandon me. All those keystroking egos polluting your perfect space. Your space is perfect because it is conceptual. No, electrical. Either way I am wisest because I know and am comfortable with the knowledge that no one knows anything more than the fact that they know nothing. "They don't know you like I do. How could they know you like I do?" -Congleton