Empty page… How to make the white empty page funny?... Aaaahh, the empty page. With its friend, the blinking line. Blink blink blink. Always attaching yourself to the last letter, to the last word. Are you that alone my friend, Blinky! Ha, there’s your name. And you were wondering…

Mister Blinky! Descendant from a straight line of lines. At the beginning you were a box, semi-blinking at every stroke of a key. Then you were green. After that you were a dash. But lower. An underscore? Of course. Do you miss your obsolete ancestors? Would you like to talk to them perhaps? Well here _

Ten minutes have passed and you said nothing. Poor Blinky, now you're following these words. I was watching you, connecting and disconnecting with your dead father, Sir Underscore. I was staring the whole time, blinking once every minute, and even then when you were OFF. Where do you go Blinky? When you’re off? Is it better there? I imagine valleys, and grass and horses with huge penises vaginas, galloping merrily on gay rainbows manly lava.

What about you, you crazy old pessimistic obsessive dismissive Mrs. Strikethrough? Do you think this story is the shit or shit?

Random words so I can show this is Mrs. Strikethrough speaking: Maybe you should go have a wank!

Me: Right you are.
Maybe I should stop doing this.
I don’t want to anymore.
Maybe I should quit this website.
Yes!
At last, shedding the Purple off me.
AAAAAAAAAAaaaaahhhh!

Bye for now,