By way of introduction...
Midnight does not answer prayers.
No one discovered Midnight; Midnight was always there.
Midnight is a brand.
Midnight springs free those thoughts that escape you.
Athletes point to Midnight.
Midnight is the bathwater you threw the baby out with.
Midnight can do everything better than you.
Miracles are ascribed to Midnight.
Midnight knows 'The Theory of Everything', but will not tell.
Midnight is the giant, bright sun around which Red and Grey revolve.
"Midnight is a cock". Midnight just read your thoughts.
Midnight has chosen this blog as his earthly outlet for his divine Word.
Now, what will you get when you read Midnight? Religion, politics, society, blah blah blah. Put more simply: anal leakage and abdominal discomfort. What's the 'shock jock' equivalent for a blogger? Maybe there doesn't need to be an equivalent, 'blogger' says it all. (what a dumb term. I suppose if they left it as 'logger' it would sound a little queer, and if they called it 'arrogant-asshole-who-thinks-others-care-about-what-he-has-to-say', then no one would want to be one. Or would they?)
Midnight will swoop in occasionally like a diarrhetic pigeon and ruin the entire mood of the blog. You have been warned...
Upcoming Topic: Top Ten Reasons Why This Signals the End of the World
Oh yeah, and here's a funny video:
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Dude - something is seriously wrong with you. Really. I have no idea what you're talking about, and I'm fucking cool.
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