Today’s post at Black Gate is a strange one. I think the title of the post sort of says it at all, without saying anything at all.
Essentially, this is a post describing a writing exercise involving making no sense at all. So go ahead and read it.
I also make a comparison between George Carlin and Bertrand Russell—who have a lot in common, something I discovered today through accident.
And remember: “Mary bankrupted her favorite orangutan’s discotheque.”