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Monday, November 21, 2005
Ipitania

They are coming down really hard on bloggers these days so this blog entry of mine is going to be heavily censored by me. It just doesn't make sense...could have gone alot more on my crapshit on what doesn't make sense but that would mean having to snip a large portion of it so i mite as well keep it to myself. This tentatively means that a certain portion (I can't say exactly how much, details means information) of my blog
would have already been deleted. But if they really wanna come down real hard on me, they would have traced and retrieved all evidence to convict me so BYE folks, Bendini's gonna serve time.

I was in Ipitania. Ipitania was a fine land but it's not all so perfect by the way. The muses' rejections occasionally roam the land. They do leave eventually, most of the time, but this particular has come to stay and the Ipitanian Master has appointed me to keep Rejection IVX in check. Rejection IVX was replusive initially, but the Ipitanian air doesn't not condone so and thus, respiratory penetration slowly commenced. But alas, just as the Ipitania land and people has gotten on with their Ipitanic tempo...Patmos, the Lord of the Seeds, commanded the return of His seeds at will and scattered them, in accordance to the flea's holy instructions in His orifice. For the words of thy fleas is truth, and obedience hence be observed, I must now be plucked from Ipitania. Word has spreaded that thy seed got lodged in Sybluch, the sloth marshes. My roots grip tight but not enough to deny instructions of the fleas. In due time, and time is due, I shall fly...

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