this post really doesn’t exist. these words aren’t here. in fact, nothing on this blog is here. it’s void. entirely empty of any recorded thought, memory, photograph.

nothing is here that you don’t want to see. whatever you do find here, on any blog for that matter, is twisted and contorted… turned into something unintended.

because you’re looking for something.

for anything.

you’re hunting for scraps on a carcass that doesn’t exist.

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you’re disappointed that a post is sponsored by a company.

you’re sickened that family photos are shared on someone’s blog.

you’re outraged that people share information about their children and find the community that for some reason you cannot seem to find.

*this is when i start to laugh*

so you create.

and yes, in this medium, we all create.

we create and we share.

all for different reasons.

all for the same reason.

we want to be heard.

we want to be fed.

praise.

critique.

money.

connections.

sponsorship.

community.

place your order. select your dish.

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this post doesn’t exist.

this meal you’re consuming isn’t really here.

this message that you’re visually taking in is one of your own.

your interpretation.

am i talking about you?

or am i talking to you?

i’ll let you decide.

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you get unfollowed.

you feel unadored.

you are unhappy.

ultimately, all of this leads you to becoming unoriginal.

truly becoming anonymous.

giving you no authentic voice.

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i see you.

i sense your hunger.

you’re obviously salivating.

drooling on this blog and others.

dripping with anonymous sweat… and leaving your stench.

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go clean up.

i’ll have a seat ready for you at my dinner table.

and i’ll feed you.

you won’t starve in my house.

but you may not like what you taste.