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The random word generator has been put into production for no other reason than simply the fact that there is no reason and therefore unmitigated silliness of the most nonsensical nature ensues for those of you with stomachs strong enough to slog through the seemingly limitless onslaught of useless rambling that is almost as painful as the wicked punishment unleashed by the television broadcast industry when it allows their all too valuable incoming financial gains from advertising to arrive via far too many versions of sales pitches associated with a certain holiday that happens pretty much most of the way into the month of December and far removed from the month of October when it all started this year unlike the smooth ‘less-is-more’ styling of years gone by which brings up the possibility that just because we are all one year older with each advancing year that goes by there must be some reason to always one-up the year before by trying more, sooner, longer, louder, bigger, faster and every other ‘er’ that relates in that regard and there goes the attempt to just leave out punctuation altogether here by needing to separate all those ‘er’s in making a point about why in the heck everything seems to need to out-do the time before and all too often folks can’t allow there to be the satisfaction of having something be just as simply good and fine as it was the previous time we enjoyed the pleasures of whatever it is we hold dear when all the world around us is crashing down in over-hyped melodrama because for some reason simply making a point isn’t good enough anymore without the extreme outlying fatalistic possibilities being threatened at every turn while the baby slides out the door with the bath water while we forget to sing together around the piano with a libation in worship of the humble act of fellowship with other actual human beings whose faces are seen not just on a book and people hold each other dear for years and then even decades from which threads become woven into a rich fabric with strength that supports in times when it is most needed like when the myriad of material possessions being hawked for our vanity finally proves entirely counter-productive toward soothing the longing that originates deep in a primordial place in our biology that was meant to drive our survival mechanism when there wasn’t anything but sticks and stones and carnivorous predators sharing the territory with our little selves to help us feel loved and worthy and hardly at risk of being harmed by someone else getting more attention than us especially when someone like Tina Turner can continue to entertain huge numbers of fans as if she was no where near achieving her 70th birthday this month which sure seems different than what 70-year-old women were doing when I was a boy and that sure says something about the fine art of keepin’ on keepin’ on if you know what I mean and I sure hope you do if you hung on this long to arrive at this destination which for all intents and purposes is in fact pretty darn similar to that place they call nowhere.