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There's been an eery silence throughout my blog this week. Some might say it's because my physical body was slaughtered by irate African pygmies. That they shoved bamboo shoots under my nails, burned the hair from my body, pierced my skin with 10 gauge needles. Then dangled me from the needles in their dark forboding rainforest, where all I could smell was the vile odor of my own burnt hair while the mosquitos, gnats, army ants, and other freakishly oversized insects slowly devoured me alive...but more than likely the itching, the stinging, and the knowledge of my imenent doom would drive me so insane that long before I actually died, my wretched tortured body would cough up my soul in hopes of some sort of reprieve...that may have happened to me. These could be disembodied soul-less hands sputtering and twitching in the throws of death, spewing blood all over my office while they mirraculously randomly type out this blog post with their sporatic sightless movements. That could be. Others might say that I've just been working long hours. More than likely, most would not say anything at all, since there's like 2 people that ever visit this blog regularly. 2 fantastic people is what I meant to say.

PS: The hands need work on the title.