How do you find material?
When choosing something to write about, it is important to remember that everything valuable has already been said on every topic, and your unique voice and opinion is only adding to the cacophony of bleating that is human discourse.
So, I should not write a blog.
While that is not technically a question, I still think you should write a blog.
Why?
Who cares. Do you want tips?
Fine.
Anyway, whatever you choose to write, while it has the illusion of permanence, will ultimately reside in the scrapheap of post-human waste.
This is ridiculous.
The only ridiculous thing here is the continued charade that intellectual discourse has any point beyond smiling at yourself in the mirror. A blog is a place to read your own words back to yourself in an effort to stave off the ever dawning realization that each thought echos in empty space and will echo until your death silences them.
I’m just trying to figure out how best to write about the kinds of food that I like. Can you help with that?
The only help I can offer anyone is to suggest you close your eyes and try not to embarrass yourself by carrying on too much and too long. The shadow of oblivion darkens all action, and drawing attention to yourself only serves to distract you from the truth of our accidental and empty existence.
I like pizza. There are many kinds of pizza but I would have to say that my favorite kind is pepperoni.
Go ahead. Rage against the dying of the light, you will soon see it’s only a waste of time.
Pizza comes from many different place. I’ve heard that pizza was actually born here in the US, in New York City! New York is so closely associated with pizza that they an entire style of pizza named after them. It’s called New York Style Pizza! Here’s what it looks like!
Fill your life with food, drugs,cruelty, good works; the end’s the same for everyone. None of your sins will be forgiven, just forgotten.
I commented above, please take note.
There are many other kinds of pizza: Chicago style,
In many ways, I envy those living in darker ages of history. Their ignorance was excusable.
California Pizza,
In today’s world we are only enlightened enough to see that the universe is wait what the hell is that? Avocado? What the fuck is that?
Philadelphia Toma…
No, shut up. What was that thing?
That’s a California Style Pizza from California Pizza Kitchen™.
That. Is a fucking travesty. You cannot call that a pizza.
Sounds like you actually care about something after all. And it’s pizza, which is pretty lame.
No, dick. It sounds like you are attempting to legitimize a ridiculous, overwrought bread salad as some kind of “pizza”. It sounds to me like you’re a fucking nihilist who doesn’t know when you’re really messing up something beautiful.
Me? You’re the one who’s been talking about the black empty universe when I’m just trying to get some advice about blog topics.
Don’t you see? Don’t you see what I’ve done? I made you so desperate at the bleak and merciless universe that you couldn’t stand it anymore, and you had to say what was in your heart. That you love pizza. And that you don’t have a fucking clue what pizza is and you are stupid.
Come on, man.
No. You are terrible.
What happened to us, man? I was going to ask you so many questions that are asked frequently! Now we’re at each other’s throats. How can we blog after we’ve hurt each other so badly?
Don’t write.
What should I do instead of blogging?
Literally anything is a better use of time than blogging.
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