I really, really, really, really, should write something else in all of this empty space, shouldn't I? I mean, having nothing at all here, nothing that describes me, who I am, what I do, how I act, what I like and don't like, perhaps even my hat size, seems like such an overwhelming waste of such a perfectly good and underutilized space that people might just think that I ran out of any ideas of what to put here, perhaps even deciding that all I could muster was a long rambling and quite incoherent babble of nothingness that contributed little to the larger picture, a bit of fluff really, a mere cosmic nebulosity of indeterminate inexactness, free of certainty, definition, particularity and the grounding of other, far more proper and noteworthy experiences here and amongst the rabble of pugnacious, and far too often, particular providers of entries.
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