Mina

I have something to say, obviously something that's worth typing, but anything's worth typing, right? Am I right that I can type anything I want and this little spot on some stupid website will accept it and hold it until it decides to abandon it because the profit it garners doesn't make ends meet? I think I am. Did I tell you anything of any value yet? No, but who cares. I didn't have anything to say to begin with. Umm. Lets see what else I can say to force the text onto the freaking buzz.

May the force be with you. Star Wars, known by nearly every human being on this side of the planet (America, if you didn't already know), created a thousand seventy-one worthless jobs for a million seventy-thousand worthless people. When it hit those awesome screens in that awesome year, people exited those theater doors ready to do some work, but there was none to do, none that they could recognize with their tiny little brains, anyways. Finding nothing to be done in plain sight, each of them walked his or her own way to a sofa and sat for the rest of life, pondering how cool those ships looked when they blew up the death star. This being a normal thing, or perhaps not normal then, but predictable now, as could be the case with any other medium or noun for that matter unless false data pervades every sector, people became normal by watching the lovely space romance.

In reality, everyone cheered when it was over because they were bored out of their minds and glad that they could finally leave from the prisonous seats that they had been forced into and chained by law to remain within for the entire length of the film, George Lucas you dog, that buzzed them with electricity whenever they made a sad face. Yes, they were not filled with excitement for a few colors on an incredibly fast flashing machine, but for the reason every human seems to get excited: freedom. Freedom from those damned seats that were uncomfortable as cacti filled them with the energy and enthusiasm for that treadnaught of a film.

No one man today can stand alone saying that he hates Star Wars without a thousand STAR WARriors jumping instantly to defend it, but does it matter in the slightest? Not at all. Am I making little to no sense? Perhaps, but you've read this far, so you might as well continue. I mean, what have you got to loose? Nothing, absolutely nothing, you worthful reader. I need you to really focus on the next paragraph because it's going to make the most sense out of all of them; perhaps it'll even make everything you just read understandable; perhaps it will connect all of it into a beautiful web of beliefs unbreakable by any force short of a complete mental overhaul. However, I am terrible at this blogging thing, so don't get your hopes up. But I got your hopes up, didn't I? Oops. Guess you'd better pay more attention.

This whole post has been complete nonsense. Wouldn't you agree? It was probably a complete waste of your time, amirite? Now, you have to read the rest, for if you don't, what was the point of reading all that up there (did I already say that?). Here is where the words start to "get interesting." Did you ever see that movie, did? 'Twas spelled with a lower case d for a reason, I would assume. You know what I'm really talking about, right? RIGHT? RIGHT!? Can you hear the words yet? Do certain words in this paragraph sound louder in your head than certain others. I'd certainly hope so. Well, I guess this is the end of the line, eh, mister? Do I make myself clear? I certainly hope I do. You must've had some fun by now, right. Try selecting the text with your mouse; it kind of looks like a sound wave, a very blocky one, but whatever. Have fun with your life and be free and clear in your mind of what you want.

Ciao!