Flog of Bunk

My God, I sometimes love the internet. Does that make me pathological ?

Now I defined the Fog of Blunk, in poetic terms at least, I decided to type into Google "Flog of Blunk" and found this excellent article about pseudo-science and the various "energised" waters that are being sold around the place, and this hilarious page about masturbation horror stories. Both of which are recommended reading. I need write nothing. It is enough to link.

I just had the worst week I can remember having for simply years and years. I tried to put my rational thinking about astrology down on blog paper ("I Don't Know") but after the whole mad 7 days had passed, I went and looked at my own map. I am experiencing a Venus-Pluto opposition. Well fuck me gently (and for those of you that understand the concept, that is an appropriate phrase). Whatever is left at the end of this will probably be there for good. I hope I am part of the ruins. I am in love; and I am questioning everything all at once. I am acting like a madman; and I am at the same time completely sane. I am confused - and yet, I am clearer than I have been for years. One day this will all make sense. And if it doesn't, then, it won't.

I also discovered that this Blog is worth B$2,459.33 in fantasy Blog Shares. Wow !