They must have a Website

 

Even when the inkwell runs dry, the inside of the container remains black.  The darkness is permanent.  What’s been done cannot be changed.

I expect, having years of random thoughts spill out onto this blog will also leave a residue of sorts long after my mind seems at rest.

Should there be life after death, my spirit will continue to annoy anyone willing to listen.  Some say annoy, some say pester.  It seems my destiny to think.  Not necessarily anything brilliant, mind you, just an endless array of gibberish.  I think it’s an addiction.  Maybe there’s a group I could join, you know, get help to stop thinking.

 

I’ll look up Something.gov