Because I Can...

I apologize to those few who read/stumble across this page hoping for/expecting interesting/useful/insightful information. Fact is, hoo-boy, I'm experiencing a greater interest in the dealings of exo-digi-centric stimulus (if such a term may be coined, likely to be stuffed in the pocket of a dingy pair of jeans, only to fall out and roll under a bookcase, never to be seen again until the bookcase is relocated). In other words, the computer here has been cramping my style lately. One might even say, were one the type to invert strange platitudes into stranger halfway-relevant sentiments, that I've been unable to see the trees for the forest. Sue if you like, though I really don't think you have a strong case against me.

[imagine a diverting picture here, in place of this statement, possibly involving a kitten or some such creature, in a pose of such cuteness!]

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, John Allred of clol Town, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden, and WiL Whitlark of The Real McJesus. This week's theme: 'Forest'.