1,000th MTicity

For this, my 1,000th Texticity via MoveableType, I turn over the reigns to my latest personality, the happily de-curpined (and thankfully less jumentous than usual), Mister Fob Dongle:

Grettings and gropings, fellow cypripareuniaphiles!

As this is my vanguard foray into the seeming thrill of what I've always regarded as an overly obstipated activity - that being 'BLOGGING, I will try to keep this short while putting aside my prejudices toward a trend that, instead of uniting peresons of like DNA, actually named itself by removing the "WE" from its moniker, guaranteeing it an act primarily performed by the likes of the type most assuredly to be onanistic to a fault in the first place. So, for a moment put down your Kleenexes and dry yours hands and pay attention as I will not stay with much to say.

Now I do not imply that reading these and any subsequent slashes of my darkerthanlight should result in any sort of thaumatological obsession, but one never knows where one might find the serendipitously articulated visage of the Virgin Mary to be blowing soap bubbles around vulgar charientisms; then again, one may not be reading closely enough. Those very muffin-heavy caricatures so loved in Mexico are the product of the same swarthy hand as this festinate monologue; indeed.

With that explosive revelation I leave you to what you wil now find to be such sad daily brimborions as are not my ongoing ululation, warning you pleasantly that I shall return, grotesquerie at the ready.

Barely Cheers,

Fob Dongle the Maledicent

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