Apparently, everyone is all smitten with this “where i’ve lived” widget-thingy, as if it enables one to magically better themselves or their readers. phaw. phaw, i say. i don’t give a shit where you’ve lived. i read your damn feed because i think you’re blogo-sexy.
speaking of blogo-sexy, or internut-sexy, or what the hell ever, i mean, if you’re really just that damn curious about where i’ve managed to grab a bunk at least overnight, just hit my stupid facebook schmeez-page and check out the much-better-than-this-and-more-informative-stupid-blog-where-i’ve-been-dumbass-widget, which facebook handily hosts.
jeebus.
oh yeah, and if i know you, feel free to friend me while you’re there. i’ve got way too many normal people on my friends list, if you know what i’m sayin’. 
Profile: i write things. sometimes not too poorly, even. i photograph things. i don't capture them, but i render how the appeared to me, or perhaps how i might have seen them if i'd been looking in a different way. i don't believe in finalities, and new beginnings are old hat with me. i am not what i appear to be, or even what i think i am. i am, in a nutshell, a nut. eat me, or feed me to an elephant.
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Comrade Kevin
Mine is not where I’ve lived, but where I’ve visited.
It doesn’t make me feel superior.
Jul 29th, 2008
commander other
i gives the poopy for free all day long, lol….
Jul 29th, 2008
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