My new poison pen

I got my new poison pen over the internet. I had run out of ink previously and decided to make nice with the world and join Facebook. Oh, what lovely friends! Blah! To hell with “friends” and and especially to Facebook. Worthless piece of crap. I don’t care how many people I can find. After “finding” them, I’ve discovered that “friendships” that stagnate should not be made new. Let them rot and decay. The people I’m still in contact with are the only ones worth keeping anyway. The rest are a bunch of bickering morons. People are either too young or inexperienced to know how to think, or too old and set to realize their irrelevance. But let me not forget that those that aren’t thinking for themselves, ARE letting others do it for them. In which case, I must ask, “What’s the point of existence if you have no identity?” Wake UP! “Fling the donuts out of your ears, and use the dormant organ you keep hidden in that rat’s maze!”

PC