Synergy!

The passing of a blog, the birth of another. I suppose one can't really appreciate the sticky tragedy of the moment at a distance. Like an angry woman in labour, it's only when you're in the room and the crazed expectant has you by the hair that you can really appreciate how profound it is. And then the concussion hits. Everything's dark, simple sleep that her brass-tipped bedpost has so charitably granted. The deluge of madness subsides.

Right, now that the eulogy's over, let's get back to business.

This is a test. I will now write down the first ten words that leap to mind:

• Buns.
• Opium.
• Canadian maple leaf.
• Loo.
• RPG.
• Gross anatomy.
• Yak.
• Muzzle.
• Mazzeltov.
• Short n' curlies.

Putting all these together would extraordinarily dangerous, I think.

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Hello, my name is Alex, welcome to my world. Champagne baths are to the left, please don't touch the furniture.