For some reason, I can't seem to copy and paste it. But I had two visitors in the past two weeks. So who am I writing for? It's the old falling tree in a forest trick.
If nobody hears it fall, DID it fall? DID it die? Yes, it did. The tombstone will read: "Blogging R.I.P...a victim of little blurbs -- farcebookisms -- of thought." And as with all deaths, we will lament its passing.
We will also lose what intellect we had left, out of non-use. That's evolution. What isn't used becomes a victim of extinction.
i always look for y'alls latest and greatest on my blogroll, sugar! so, in answer to y'alls query, y'all are writing for me! ;~) xoxoxox
ReplyDeleteHa! Thanks, Girl!
ReplyDeleteSometimes, you write, not because you have readers, but because you are a writer!
ReplyDeleteThanks Eroswing...maybe I'll be like Elvis--the last one in the building. Or should that be you or MJ?
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