& the little bird said, 'What do you matter?'

Dark humor has always been a big thing for me, been pushing it a bit lately, parody, satire, shifting into something else, pure evil, maybe. Rather like it. Probably lucky for me that no one sees it for what it is.

They're always telling you, avoid cliché, latinate words, repeating the same words over & over. Nothing to do with us, written by & for machines, ponderous & gnomic by turns, all sorts of modes in between, all by way of parody, mockery, automatism. Parroty parrot, idling analytical engine, punting down the river with its pup.

Not quite as cold tonight.